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Nov 2017
That night, as we walked in the dim light of street lights
darkness all around us
alone
You kissed me,
my lips.
Your taste metallic on the tip of my tongue
Your hands, those cold bars of ice
Locked their way around my neck, waist and wrists
Your heart, that barred block of ice
Beat violently against my chest as we collided into each other
You pulled back abruptly,
looked me in my eyes
And said:
I don't want to die
apiwe
Written by
apiwe  15/M/South africa
(15/M/South africa)   
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   Mark Wanless
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