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She smelled like exotic fruit freshly peeled, pungent as she leaned over our adoring faces buttons of her shirt open almost all the way we envied every curve suggested and waited for hand me downs wishing we could paint on layers of her skin we listened in on those late night calls from boys who, after taking home softer girls would kiss her the next day behind the skating rink unlike those boys we loved everything about her and wanted it to be our lips they touched juices dripping we wanted the same sour taste
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
Your Big Sister
She smelled like exotic fruit freshly peeled, pungent as she leaned over our adoring faces buttons of her shirt open almost all the way we envied every curve suggested and waited for hand me downs wishing we could paint on layers of her skin we listened in on those late night calls from boys who, after taking home softer girls would kiss her the next day behind the skating rink unlike those boys we loved everything about her and wanted it to be our lips they touched juices dripping we wanted the same sour taste
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
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