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Jul 2017
He kissed me,
and it felt like
he was
trying
to eat me alive (not
in a good way)

and when he asked
condescendingly
if that was my first time

his words were
a handful of rocks flung
with a mouthful of laughter
to lessen the sting.
Written by
NH
195
   Lior Gavra
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