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The kind of pain you brought about
like a cigarette
you put out on your own hand
just to feel the warmth

but it’s been so long
since I’ve wanted to fuck like that night
your head between my thighs
telling me
to call myself yours
while I’d pull your hair
like I’m praying for you

but I am weak
wrapped around your shoulders
as you call it love
under a tongue
that has never
loved a thing.

 

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