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Feb 2012
You said we can't kiss till Easter. 
Who says I'll want to kiss you on Easter. 
Who says I want to kiss you now. 
Now you want to kiss me, 
After changing your dresses and hair and nails. 
And after 
getting-it-out-of-your-system, you want to kiss me. 
I want to kiss you on Easter. 
I want to kiss you right now,
I want to pull your hair and and smear you lipstick.
But I won't tell you that. 
Last time I did you ****** on my tires.
Eric Guitian
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Eric Guitian  Miami
(Miami)   
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