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I want to kiss the lips of a girl
that will make me well
I want to touch a medicinal tongue
That can fill me
But your tongue
tastes
limp
standing next to this task

I want to kiss the first
girl that I let down
want to kiss all the boys that I could never help
I want to kiss the leper; I want to kiss the madam
I want to kiss your disease as it wanders its way
through your
spit

I want to kiss my brother
back before he learned how to kiss
I want to kiss my mother when my father
learned how to hit
I want to kiss my father as he cursed his father's name
I want to kiss the dead before they pass...
No.
As they pass.
As they pass.

But your tounge
sings weakly
And your tits
just taste like my drool now.

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