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Oct 2015
Your lips are still warm
as you kiss me
with hard whisky
and a drunken tongue.
It's always about how
much you missed me
while I was gone.
Roxxanna Kurtz
Written by
Roxxanna Kurtz  30/F/MA
(30/F/MA)   
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