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i love you, i love
you, i love you, i love you
these, you tell me not
i love you, i love
you, i love you, i love you
these, i tell you not
let me be the one
who makes your pants feel tighter
want you wanting me
you hurt me so bad
I gave poetic license
to a bad writer
How can pain be so addicting?
you’re terribly missed
by the legs you touch each time
you think about her
always beside her
hope you see I’m “besides” her
off with those blinkers!
do you still do it?
the one that I hate the most—
you, not coming back?
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