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Jan 2019
They were once soft and plump
Like a ripe peach
But I find myself biting them so hard some nights
I don’t know how I have not bitten them off yet
My lips I mean
I bite and bite and bite
Until they bleed
Then I bite some more
They’re cracked and dry
Just how you left me
Iz
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