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Feb 2019

You should have known you were wrong
when you pulled me so close to you
that I could suffocate in the tobacco cloud
exiting your whiskey-drunk mouth,
when you demanded my pureness served to you ,
as if my body was a restaurant
and my innocence-
a table for you to book.

Written by
Tanya  F/Eastern Europe
(F/Eastern Europe)   
     Shiv Pratap Pal, Hg, Deadwood Jawn and Perry
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