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Nov 2014
When I see her every now and then
I wonder if she misses the taste of my lips
I can still remember the feel of hers
Each curve beneath my hands
She was so flawless

No one knew about us then
We both agree now we were a mistake
I wonder if she doubts that like I do
Because I miss the smell of vanilla in my sheets
A thing. A thought.
Same girl in First Kiss.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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