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You unfold my pages softly,
carefully not to tear them up
to pieces that can never be combine.

So if my name suddenly disappear,
if the lights suddenly fade,
if I'm no longer useable,
if my demons suddenly reappear,
would you still take my hands?
would you still hold it tight?
would you still give me your time?
would you still consider to be mine?
?
To the man of my dreams
HIS KISS
  A kiss to long for
His lips first met mine
I long for more
He kissed my neck, then
Beneath my ear
A flood of ecstasy arose
To form a lump
In my throat
A whisper
Escaped my mouth
“No Please No”
Kissing harder
He could feel
My trembling body
Wanting, needing, begging
“Yes Please Yes”
  As time stood still
I lost myself
In the warmth of
HIS KISS
I wrote this when I was 18 it was my first real kiss
You
I hate you
But these kisses
They tell a different story
I don't have time for negative vibes,
Drugs, theft, or wine,

My quest log is already too full.
Stay in school
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