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When I first met you,

you smelled of cigarette smoke.

But your lips,

spilled out a truth, that only you spoke.

When you first met me,

you wanted a promise only from me.

But my mouth,

threw out the truth of a dark sea.

When I first met you,

all you thought of was black eyes.

But your mind,

now drifts back to those white lies.

When you first met me,

I never let my tongue scatter a drip.

But my thoughts,

never knew you wanted such sweet strawberry lips.




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