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Jan 2019
Shaking lips and hips, hands
fingers refuse to move
my feet -- like glue
like I'm the Rat
in a trap
You bowled me over
Shook me up
and plowed right
Through

but in the end
It was just
a kiss to you.
Meghan
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Meghan  F/Metro Detroit
(F/Metro Detroit)   
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