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ORIGIN by NAOMI DUCKMAN FURTH

First Line: I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT HE IS DEAD
Last Line: AND MY LIPS STILL TASTE OF HIS.
Subject(s): BREASTS; DEATH; LIPS; DEAD, THE;
I cannot believe that he is dead
And yet they say he is;
But my breasts still feel his fingers
And my lips still taste of his.



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