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Oct 2014
It wasn’t the first time;
But I still felt light.

Your lips met mine, with a slight touch.
You tasted bitter, like metal.

It was only then that I realised what they mean by the term bittersweet.
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Meg Goodfellow
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Meg Goodfellow  Australia
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