(11)Eleventh Incident

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Their lips on mine taste like mint.
I wrap my drawing covered arms around their neck.
We inch closer in the small closet.
He seems to want to come out, and ruin this.
But there is no way.
We stick like glue as clothing pieces fly off.
People rush to class, unknown to what is happening.
We give it our all.
And once its over, I laugh.

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