660 SecondsA Poem by Peggy OlsonEnd of the night. It came out drunk, spit it out, tell me what you want examine my skins and take them all apart in a parking lot he loves me or he loves me not isn't the question here my frail wrists my chains to your tight hand anchored round my neck. But I tell you...oh that night I could count I never lost track 5...10...15 minutes all 660 seconds; I thought of another who thinks I'm a human who thinks I wouldn't do this... But the nice man biting my chest knows better than to let me flee "she likes guys with strong arms doesn't she?" Oh romance... me a romantic dismantling is what he says romantic debauchery take it all in under the city moonlight
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StatsAuthorPeggy OlsonAboutI'm about to toss around a lot of nonsense that's been building up in my mind. Thanks to anyone willing to listen. more..Writing
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