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He breaks apart
our kiss
and says
my eyelashes
tickle his nose.
I laugh and
as my lips graze his,
I whisper:
that would be a
great first line
to a poem.
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He breaks apart
our kiss
and says
my eyelashes
tickle his nose.
I laugh and
as my lips graze his,
I whisper:
that would be a
great first line
to a poem.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro