first kiss Archive

  • Expressing my anger towards poetry for its uselessness in helping me find love. Written shortly after

    This Pen Is Dead

    Expressing my anger towards poetry for its uselessness in helping me find love. Written shortly after "A Kiss in the Mist," after April told me we should remain just friends.

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  • ...We stood on top of the slippery yellow spider for a moment, holding hands and looking down. Then, I slowly and gently hugged her waist as she touched her forehead against mine. "Well, this is different," she said....

    A kiss in the mist

    ...We stood on top of the slippery yellow spider for a moment, holding hands and looking down. Then, I slowly and gently hugged her waist as she touched her forehead against mine. "Well, this is different," she said....

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