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Jun 2014
He brushed the back of his hand across my face
and his fingers slipped through my hair

He leaned in so closely I could hear his every breath

Our lips met and our hands laid rest
around each other's necks

And I could feel every bone in my body begin to tremble

But I refused to break into the hands of a boy
who would bury me without a funeral
Written by
Madison  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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