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Apr 2015
It doesn't feel much like ****,  
     when I text you the day after
the incident,
    to say I left my card at your house,
and go to collect it,
with a quick peck on the cheek,
   a squeeze of my ***
and its as if it never happened...
Bethany-Louise Rose
Written by
Bethany-Louise Rose  HerneBay, Kent
(HerneBay, Kent)   
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