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Jul 2015
you said I love you the way a patron would agree to a refill
And I nearly gagged on the dinner i hadn't eaten

I would've preferred you throwing me to the ground and punching stars into my eyes

that way at least your knuckles would feel something
I still wonder why history repeats itself.
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   Joseph Schneider
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