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Sep 2015
There was a time when my kiss could wake you from your slumber. My kiss was magic and yours meant everything. And now we stare with such hurt. With no love and no hope. Our eyes tell the story We ruined each other. We made it hurt. Our selfish love kept us safe for a while. But our kisses crept away. Gone like the crest of a wave. But, I promise we still fit. You can always tell by the kiss.
Anthony Serapiglia
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Anthony Serapiglia  Melnourne, Florida
(Melnourne, Florida)   
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