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Jul 2013
Duck,
He twirled my hair between his fingers
Ran his hand down my spine
Whatever
Duck,
He kissed my thighs
Followed my edges
Stopped at my neck
And sort of rested
Whatever
Duck,
He pulled on my hips
And bit my lips
Whatever
Goose!
He tucked me in with tears in my eyes
Sat at the foot of my bed and listened to me cry
He drove my car for a year or so
Left stupid drawings on my dresser
Drug me to all of his shows
And rested his chin upon my forehead when the night was over
Eventually the tables turn
If you've ever played the game
You chase and chase
But if you fail to catch
He sits where you once were
And you become the one he runs and reaches for
I'm still waiting
Morgan
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Morgan  25/F/Scranton Pa
(25/F/Scranton Pa)   
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