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Feb 2020
the rain poured down around us
as your hand gripped my face
and your hungry eyes
and your hungry hands
just kept asking me for more
but i was in a sorry state,
three pills deep and a
bottle of wine to wash it down
and it was only tuesday night
you never did know when to quit
brick against my back
will never feel the same
02/25/2020.
amanda cooper
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amanda cooper  31/F/va
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