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Jul 2023
oh my love

how you tore my heart in two

served on a plate for yourself

and for someone I never knew.

funny how they both were you.

and now i sit still

the reach of your hand

i avoid

for it is a sickness

that turns me to a boy.

i don't need you i don't need you

but i wish you wanted me to.
Written by
Israel Alderete  20/M
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