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Apr 2014
Today, I kissed a boy.
I let his lips touch mine first, when I inhaled the smoke;
But I didn't care, because I didn't want to anymore.
He was tender lipped and the galaxy on his ceiling was the only other person that knew what I thought.
No regrets though.
His pipe and my lips.
Kelli Kayy
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Kelli Kayy  Oxford
(Oxford)   
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