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river don't move
Friday
you were kissed
(by me).
the sun touched the window three
less times
than our four
trysts
built not of floors
but of arms to hips
and
tip
toe
to reach
lips,
Two.
Their
mine
so
I was kissed
(by you)
line to line.
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