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Dec 2014
Do you truly believe she actually wants you?
Your soul? Your brain? Your laughter?
No. She wants your body, your tongue, your possession
As she holds your face and kisses you hard, she'll whisper in your ear "oh, handsome, you never meant anything"
But that's what you want, isn't it?
A one night hit?
Last time I checked, you hit a blunt more than her
But you threw her away as fast as you threw away that blunt when you got caught
Your words are cheap
They'd be worth more if you didn't speak.
Work in progress
Jacquelyn Beau
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Jacquelyn Beau  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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