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Jan 8
boy
couldn’t pay me enough
to go through with it again—
child-lock everything myself
since no one else would ever
have the guts to tame you—
you really are just a boy after all—
easy piano & slick guitar riffs
across the glittering snow
like magic dust—
falling on my ****
over & over
just to keep up with you—
getting into the worst
while you waited for me
to be lonely,
just so you could
make me lonely.
DElizabeth
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DElizabeth  F/mi
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