Puke Poetry

Heart like a hand grenade, fully-automatic weapon for a mind.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Along the lines

First time we kissed was
Right next to my garage
In the middle of the night, before
Everyone else caught up.
Next to a wall it was a
Dart of a kiss, three
Seconds long, but I won't forget.

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