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May 2019
You push me up against the wall,
Because our love is bound to fall.
But you know what you can’t do?
You can’t save it.
You put your hands around my hips,
A taste of bitter guilt.
Your lips, my lips—
We kiss.
It’s the last time I’ll do this.
It’s over, that’s for sure.
A disaster? I don’t think so.
I’m walking out the door.
I know you’ll never find me.
You know that we’re done for.
I found a draft of this poem in my journal, which I wrote at age 12 (almost 13). I guess I’ve always been dramatic.
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         Bogdan Dragos, --- and Vanessa Gatley
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