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May 30
Pull down the shades so that no one can see.
I'm locked in with you now - what's on TV?
I'll rip off my nails and tear out my hair 
by morning you'll wonder how I bruised there. 
Just you and me lying down on the couch
you can bite off my tongue, I'll still play house. 
I'll pour you a drink, do every dish,
shove a spoon in my eye - I'll be your *****.
a poem May 2025
Written by
Casey Hayward  36/United States
(36/United States)   
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