January 9, 2012
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A boy’s kiss can be a present,
But for me it was poison.
A piercing fire.
He changed too fast.
His voice hard and his heart soft.

I miss your warm smile.
Eternity seemed trusting.
But I was a prisoner,
And I lived in lies.

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