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Feb 2016
You always spoke of making love
but only used me for a  ****

Like a bad dream you held me
My spine still clicking to the rhythm of your teeth
as you ever so gently wrapped your arms around me

You only spoke of making love
but it never happened, not once.

I only felt flame
but never fire underneath.
You only burned me,
always left me freezing.
Eisen Pacheco
Written by
Eisen Pacheco  Belleville
(Belleville)   
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