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Jan 2016
You kiss me every evening
when you come home from your job
You throw me on the couch
And prop yourself up top
first cheek,
then nose,
right eyelid,
left eyelid,
neck,
chest,
stomach,
and finally my lips.
You kiss me every evening
with your cold rock fist.
Annie McLaughlin
Written by
Annie McLaughlin  18/F/Arkansas
(18/F/Arkansas)   
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