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i lost it allin early september.and ruined the last memoryunderneaththe trees.groping on the sodden leaves.saving usfrom the police.(who weren't the f..
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firstly;kindness is not weakness.loving is not weakness.i know nowcouples create their own worldswith names and languagestraditions and rulesand i am ..
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my handswere not meant for holding.but spillingand scaldingscraping hair back from my heated forehead.nocaressingor delicately hoveringover your back...
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i don't regret,you at my neckand the spiderbites you leftlike at the base of my wrista bruised peachof lipstickand last night's kiss.
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you are drunk,and i am home.blanketedin man-sized sweatshirtsand grey undergarmentsthat clingto my flesh.(threaten me,with all of thisyour head on my ..
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we woke, and i was in no hurryto pull on the tights with the gaping ladder and escape. your arms were like prisons, willing. i checked myself in to th..
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you left marks on my neckand disappeared again.don't let me washi want to existin these clothes,rumpled and lived-inwant to feel your skinand smell yo..
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mother says,act like a princessand get treated like a queen.a girl who doesn't sleepin the arms of a manbut can feel the mattress pea.act like a whore..
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love me backand they won't ever find me againin the houses of my friendsor the clubsdown my the riverlending my lipsto him, her, or any otherlove me b..
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two curved seats. and the darkness of your street.
your eyes met mine, and we jolted. well, i did.
i told you that you scared me, and you kissed me ..
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