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Your name tastes bitter in my mouth Though still I crave your lips Trace my body with your finger tips Your words or lack there of strangle me Though I want you to embrace me Let your whole being encase me Your existence fills me with sadness Though you used to bring me joy So much power held in the palm of one beautiful broken boy
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Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
Broken boy
Your name tastes bitter in my mouth Though still I crave your lips Trace my body with your finger tips Your words or lack there of strangle me Though I want you to embrace me Let your whole being encase me Your existence fills me with sadness Though you used to bring me joy So much power held in the palm of one beautiful broken boy
For the curly haired boy who held more power over me than he ever knew.
RuthyNad
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Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
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