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Aug 2015
I don't mind
that you fed me compliments
with vapid niceties

I don't mind
that you kissed me
between bars

I don't mind
that you grazed my thigh
with your unafraid palms

I don't mind
that you held my hand
while painting falsehoods
of our future

But I hate
that I ate it all up
Written by
Doshi
373
     ---, Doshi and From Jess's Lips
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