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Dec 2020
I want you to kiss me
until the liquor on your breath
burns my tongue,
to hold me so tight that
the smoke on your clothes
rubs into my skin, and the hiccupping beat
of your tired heart is all I can hear
Written by
Ziv  22/F
(22/F)   
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   Jack R Fehlmann
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