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What Happened with Layla


Layla plays in the background
Whilst on an expanse of slate grey linen
She lies exposed and smiling broadly
Wholly brown, so smooth
And smelling of honey and coconuts;
I can still taste her in my mouth
As she tells me that she loves me
As I sit on the edge of the bed
With my hand on her leg
And looking away
Away into our future—
I can't return the gesture.

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