fourteen

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louis was the one

to kiss me in ways I never had been

kissed.

he called me things

I had never been called.

he touched me in ways,

that made my breath hitch.

he called me pretty,

whenever I cried.

his hands were soft,

and his skin was smooth.

nicotine had

made his soul

as black as tar.

yet,

I was madly in love with him.

and he,

was me.

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