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Sep 2014
I kissed her and she tasted
Like cigarettes and the
Gucci guilty she uses to cover the smell
She tasted like regret and tears
She tasted like desperacy
As if she'd never kiss my lips again
And her tongue was so sweet
Pressed against mine
Softly moving
She and I, we feel the same.
Except maybe im
Just a little more numb.
LS
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LS  24/F/Alaska
(24/F/Alaska)   
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   --- and Monica Abigail
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