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Jan 2014
my third kiss was with a boy
his eyes were the colour of five suicide attempts and a dead father
and his lips tasted like he had been hurt twenty-seven times too many
he told me he loved me after five months of being together
his lips tasted different after it
i never said it back
b g
Written by
b g  holland
(holland)   
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   Summer Lynn, aeb and Delaney Marie
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