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Jan 2018
Your lips were sweet as honey
and cold as ice.
I wanted more but knew the tragic reality
that I could no longer reminisce in the sweetness they bestowed
and the chill that lingered long after.
mikhaila
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mikhaila  20/F/bowling green
(20/F/bowling green)   
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   Glassmuncher
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