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Sep 2016
Your body like text,
writ in a foreign language;
Something I can't read.

Wrestling my mind,
trying to get my tongue near
the sweet parts of you.

I'm a selfish ****,
and if we both end up hurt
I won't give a ****.

The space between us
too casual anyways.
Too mediocre.
Austin Heath
Written by
Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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