almost crimes.

A Poem by Meredith C. Hunter

Thinking of you

Your angel-kissed face, your technicolor eyes

Your perfect lips which move out my perfect lies.

It should be a sin.

My head on your chest, your heart keeping time

Intentional ignorance,

It's almost crime.

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Added on January 5, 2013
Last Updated on January 5, 2013
Tags: poetry, poem, romance, love, separation

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