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Jun 2018
Like little marbles in a child's toy box
rolling around in forgotten shimmers.
A little glory that meant nothing-
that was our first kiss.
It's a perilously thin line
being in lust and being in love.
Written by
galaxyofentities  26/F
(26/F)   
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   --- and twelvetwelve
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