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Part 5 : Red Ribena

We drink strawberry ribena so that when our tongues collide it tastes like heaven.

When your lips meet with ours and we open together in time, our artificially stained tongues will delve into your mouth and invade it with that sickly sweet strawberry taste as you head south.

And when you taste us will pull us in closer. Your hand will gently grab the side of our face and we will tremble all over.

Late night Cherry lips and smudged makeup, our blurred vision when we are close up.

And no one should know that this is us.

Just you, us and our strawberry ribena kisses.

By Anonymous.

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