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Gavin It smells like betrayal,
Tastes like death wearing fake smiles,
Holding our last heartbeats ,
Catching the Waves of our broken smiles,
Casting away our first kisses,
Our first words forever asleep,
No utters of them anymore.
Reading this, my eye somewhat
Reading this, my eye somewhat stumbled over the last line; but, overall, the poem is brilliant. I applaud how much emotional resonance you have conveyed in such a few lines.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]