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Oct 2012
pinch my cheeks

paint my lips red

kiss me

miss me

the past is dead

whisper softly

smell my hair

kiss me

miss me

i’m no longer there

exchanged glances

but we will

no more

kiss me

miss me

your least favourite

*****

there was a time

but that is no more

just a beautiful girl

kissed but

not missed

that you left

by the door.
Jo
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