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Mar 2018
She was a bad kisser, him a big hitter. Front teeth carved on top lips, weak knees peppered in red. He wished to kiss her body, she cursed with mouth between legs. She prayed to strangers’ gods, plucking thorns from her throat. He promised to lick up the lies, swallowing sharp and ******* truth.
MJ
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MJ  Seattle
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