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Aug 2014
I smile at her;
she walks up to me,
smacks
the Hell outta me,
grabs my head,
pulls me closer,
and
whispers,
"I swear I'm nice,
I just look grumpy
all the time"
and kisses me
passionately
and
as soon
as I can respond,
she
walks away.
Jaee Derbéssy
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Jaee Derbéssy  nowhere, yet everywhere.
(nowhere, yet everywhere.)   
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