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Nov 2018
He’s never good for mouth play,
is only skin deep. Same old, same.
His heart, his tongue, his sweat
don’t come every night and day.
Is the sweet smell worth it?

I lie and wait,
you pick and choose.
But in the end,
there is no I in her.
Tyler Smiley
Written by
Tyler Smiley  21/F/Virginia Beach, VA
(21/F/Virginia Beach, VA)   
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