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Aug 2015
The bonfire left ash in your drink.
The sea was rolling blindly
outside our sphere of light on the beach.
I kissed you drunk on the lips.
I kissed you high on your thighs.
The world toiled in its movements
as we fell beneath the aching moon,
finally hurting, finally pleasing;
finally ending all of the question marks
with the solution of our *** in the sand.
I kissed you drunk on the lips
and told you that I loved you.
The bonfire left ash in your drink.
The night let life in your heart.
C
Edward Coles
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Edward Coles  26/M/Hat Yai, Thailand
(26/M/Hat Yai, Thailand)   
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