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May 2016
No matter how many boys I kiss.
I still can't stop thinking about your lips.
No matter how many bottles I drink.
Your eyes are still more intoxicating than any liquor.
No matter how many cigarettes I smoke.
Your smile still makes my breath catch more than any cigarette could.
Marie Darling
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Marie Darling  Neverland
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