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May 2016
What was meant to be a kiss good night turned into
staying up two hours past our bed time;

I don’t remember much of what was touched
or what was said, but your repetitive drunken whispers

telling me that I was ‘so ******* gorgeous’
will forever be engrained in my mind.
Jessika Swarbrick
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Jessika Swarbrick  Melbourne, Australia
(Melbourne, Australia)   
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