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Jun 2018
The sweet taste of salt fills my mouth
Two dried streaks
Of something that never happened
Of something I wanted us to be
But it turns out to be
That you see
Something different
Three simple words
Stinging like a kiss
That I wasn’t able to have
What did your "I love you" really mean?
Quinntin Bravo
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Quinntin Bravo  18/M
(18/M)   
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   arizona
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