No

An unmeasurable amount of thought has gone into the analyzing of my being And why it was my fault that night I decided to provoke you to such animosity That I was greeted to a storm of fingers ripping the cloth from my chest and falling like petals On your bedroom floor I whimpered, crushed under the heavy weight of you, Lover As the thing I knew not belonged to me, but to you and "No" was the last word I had ever spoke again.

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