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Oct 2012
pinch my cheeks

paint my lips red

kiss me

miss me

the past is dead

whisper softly

smell my hair

kiss me

miss me

iā€™m no longer there

exchanged glances

but we will

no more

kiss me

miss me

your least favourite

*****

there was a time

but that is no more

just a beautiful girl

kissed but

not missed

that you left

by the door.
Jo
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