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Mar 2017
The Long Trek Home

Your sweet lips like fuel,
Applied to my teenage neck,
Reminds me of the long trek,
Back to my remote boarding school.

Your refreshing mannor so kind,
I painted you **** over and over in my teenage mind,
Remember that time and place?
I cherish it more than the immaculate grace.

Thinking of you and that wonderful time and place.

PG
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