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Feb 2016
I know now
what it all means.
Why did no one ever tell me?
When I was just a little girl.
That boys with china blue eyes
and long dark eyelashes.
That smell of cigarettes.
And taste like summer rain.
And whisper sweet words
like the roll of spilt quicksilver.
Are the reasons
why
my pillow is so wet.
and my poems
have tears.
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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