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May 2017
All I have pictured are your fingers
Dragging along my skin
If you're wondering if it lingers
I can tell you, sit down, let it sink in

My sleep was not a go ahead
My words were never said
Never given the choice to say yes or no
That naturally means its a no go

But you had to be a fucken ****
Is this the man your mom would want
The boy she spent years loving and grooming
Only to have him out there groping and ******?

Don't say the drinks or **** did it
Or that I was drunk and asking for it
My silence was more an answer than less
A passed out drunk is never a yes

- E.A.F
Elizabeth Fruin
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Elizabeth Fruin  27/F/Durham
(27/F/Durham)   
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