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Jul 2015
I pressed the ****
Of a door leading to
The room where
My heart beated faster.

She pressed her lips
Against someone else's
Odd and strange and
Peculiar

No more tomorrows
No more next days
Because the sun
Died with me tonight
Written by
Kevin Millers
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