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May 1, 2012
May 1st, 2012
The remnants of his kiss
beneath my lips,
slip down with pleasure,
almost just like bliss.It’s a waking treasure,
a story not forgotten,
but fully remembered.That’s how it starts,
the numbing of the pain,
the beginning of eyes closed tight,
but with sight of all
inside.
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