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Jun 2013
my friends always told me
that kisses
don't happen like they do
in the movies
but they don't know
about our well played roles
by the river
when you caressed me
like the stream running over small rocks
and you kissed my lips like the waves
kiss the shore
it was like a scene
depicted in the summer
when the sun is hotter
than the sun burnt skin
of the young, naΓ―ve hearts
chasing a good storyline

-a.f.
Alex Feeney
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