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Jan 2020
It wasn't enough to get ******.
My emotions were not bluffed.
I was " too young",
It was a fling.
I felt you on my tongue.
I was a plaything.
Never could share my bed,
Now you share your spread.
I wish I didn't feel hurt,
I wish I didn't get burnt.
You never even kissed me,
And now,
You act like you miss me.
Deen
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Deen  32/Genderqueer/NYC
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