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My heart stopped when I first saw him. My hands were clammy, and my eyes were stuck on him. Later that night we drove around for hours and talked about anything/everything that crossed our minds. He made me laugh, and nearly cry. He didn’t make me sad or mad, but so happy that I wanted to cry. He actually listened when I talked, and he responded. We talked about serious stuff, and funny stuff, happy stuff, and sad stuff. We talked about everything. And then the kiss, oh, this kiss! It was a few days later, and it was beautiful, just like him. He holds me and kisses me ears, and when he breathes in them, it makes c
p.s. we have got to get together sometime
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Your musky lips, cramping smoke into halos,
love to finger obscenities and slander. I am a bitch now.
Don’t touch her now, this thing of waste. She’s
Empty. She’s full of spite.
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