Scorched

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Love at first flirt.
One night became two, three, four . . .
Until I ran out of digits,
So I quit the count.

My heart thought till death do us part.
I waited for a diamond ring.
Instead, you texted,“So long.”

You dwell in my mind,
No matter how much I try to evict you.
I thought straight vodka would flush you out.

You branded my soul,
Singed me with your touch.
I’m forever raw.

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