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Bogle
Poems
Sep 2013
Distant Memories
Your wet lips next to dry grass,
your smooth body surrounded,
by mass drunken laughs.
Your hips pinned to a shed wall,
you danced with such passion,
you possessed me like a fool.
That fit beauty I was on,
please ask yourself,
where have those days gone?
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