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Feb 2017
I've missed the route your tongue took
when it used toΒ make that kiss
and I've missed the eyes that looked so wide
that this man would have dived inside
to watch your world.

Things like this
I miss,

who you kissing now?

But I wonder,
do you ever think of
anything like this.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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