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Dec 2015
The smoke fills
lungs and pages
In ink
between lips

And the satisfaction
Of feeling something else
No, someone else
With their hands in my hair
And the feel of skin
Pressed against mine

And my mom caught us,
"I know why you wanted me to leave"
I won't tell her that
He ****** me on her couch
And right there on the
Living room floor
As the sun came up
Written by
Jett  US
   ---, Cecil Miller and ---
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