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A boy kissed me and the butterflies upon my shirt burrowed deep into the skin until they reached my stomach bile and began to eat much more a share than fair. My waist was held by the same boy, it's a good thing his hand was there for my bones turned to cartilage an I felt my body bend under gravity's strength.

A boy let me kiss him and it made me happy.

You can be the pillow for my thumping head.