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The Next One

I hope you still taste like my name,
and the memory of me echoes down the throat
of whoever kisses you next.

I hope your tongue still dances as sweet,
and when it tangoes with the next,
they'll be lessons I taught it.

I hope your teeth still have as harsh a bite.
why should you lave less pain on another
whilst your lips still flap?
Written by DarkPandorasKnight
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