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Jun 2015
one time
you told me
there's something in you
that will push
and ****
until someone cries
until a part of them
crumbles beneath you

i remember this
spoken
the thing's you have said
to me
i can't remember
your lips but

ive had boys
who've dismissed my
nos
my
ouches
my
me

boys who held me

after
Written by
Kyra Adams
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