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Apr 15
You’re the first person to kiss me just to kiss me
The first to mean it when you say you love me
The first to make me believe there was good in the world
The first to show me how it felt to be truly loved
And now you’re the last
The last to have their lips on mine
The last to trace their hand across my body
The last to say I love you
The last person I want to have
Between now and then I can’t let anyone touch me and wipe away the remains of you
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   Riz Mack
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