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Nov 2018
You tasted like starbursts
My hand holding me up in the tall scratchy tree
Your arm around my waist
I kissed you soft so as not to break the moment
You tasted like starbursts
I could see my friends
I wanted them to see us
See me
Kissing you in the tree
As I tried not to fall, but I know it was
Too late because
on your chapped pink lips
You tasted like starbursts
Written by
Andie Jenkins
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