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He kissed me
And it was like
Poetry
Written by someone
With no words
It was like
The last piece of
Chocolate
Eaten By Someone
Without any taste buds
It was like sex
Between
Two Virgins
Who hardly knew
One another
He kissed me
And I felt
Alone
Unsatisfied
And Bored
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