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I wiped the spittle
from the side of my mouth.
I really didn’t like kissing her;
she always wanted me to,
I know she did the way
she always looked into my eyes
and how she would
run up and hug me,
throwing her arms around me
to hold on – that’s all most everyone
wants is to touch someone else
and not have them flinch,
but it is hard to tell
someone you’re kissing
that they don’t know how to.