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Nov 2014
The moment their lips met
he recoiled promptly.
For he knew that every action has
an equal or lesser reaction,
and he did not want to be pursued.
Not even by Aphrodite herself.
The girl with bones chiseled from ivory.
The girl with skin smoother than silk.
The girl that kisses the boys and makes them die.
Devon Lane
Written by
Devon Lane  23/F/Philadelphia
   Devon Webb
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