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I'm Not Writing You A Poem*I'd* write you a poem about us, / Our hateful *love,* / Our biting kisses, / The stinging red marks
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Out ThereHe's out there right now, / In some other place, / Another street or city or state, / Another girl's
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HerHer hair spills across her shoulders, / Her eyes fry my brain, / Her skin is porcelain, snow white a
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