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Jun 2013
There is little I prefer to the sensation of his planting two kisses
on the top of my head before sleeping.

Only now do I realise how funny planting a kiss seems,
as if all kisses are capable of growing
and if we wake up one morning
with our pillows filled with roses
we'll know that they grew from those night-time kisses.
I wrote this a few years ago.
Daisy King
Written by
Daisy King  27/F/Hampstead
(27/F/Hampstead)   
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   Nat Lipstadt
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