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Aug 2018
Three or four summers ago
Childhood friends to become something more
You waited patiently for me,
To be charmed by your humour
And musicality
It happened in the moment
On your blue and gold sofa
I thought we had something
As our lips intertwined
We lost track of time
But you used me
Saw I was broken
Abused me
First kiss
Oh how I miss
Your twisted excuses
To try and
***** me,
**** me,
get in my pants
But you burnt out quicker than a cigarette
On a windy day
And this poem is the last bit of smoke you have burning
And now I shall stomp you out
Your last bit of light
First kiss
First miss

emmie cosgrove
Written by
emmie cosgrove  20/Gender Fluid/London
(20/Gender Fluid/London)   
       Benjamin, ---, Mark Tilford, ---, Edmund black and 2 others
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