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Sep 2016
grape gatorade and high school memories
were mixed together with our lips,
then breathed out to
fog up my windows
and awaken mature desires
we finally fulfilled in the dark,
and then sipped with our coffee
in the morning.
curlygirl
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curlygirl
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