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Jun 2017
I kissed his lips and let him touch me
Imagining they were
your lips
And that his hands were
your hands  

He flinched when I whispered
your name
I played it off
like I was too drunk to realise what I'd said  

Perhaps this was the moment I knew
To my first love
Anne Molony
Written by
Anne Molony  F/Dublin, Ireland
(F/Dublin, Ireland)   
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