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Nov 2015
There is a homeless man sitting on the step where we first kissed
and I missed the mark by about a mile, and all I wanted to do was make you smile
with my mouth around your soul, you've got a tight enough hold on me as it is and I'm still wondering about giving in.
I wanted part of the sin, and I wanted us to begin.
now look at the trouble we're in.
At least he's gotten me back into writing poems.
Written by
Jane Doe  28/Non-binary
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