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Morgan Sep 2017
My face wears the pain of many women before me
I am exhausted, drained like a well that sits waiting for someone to fill it.
I have expected you to fill me up when you take but that never happens
It’s been four years now and I continue to wait like Sleeping Beauty
Clueless.
I have tasked you with a job that you cannot complete,
For how can I expect you to give me what I so desperately need when you can’t even help yourself?
Morgan Sep 2017
He drags his fingers across my lips like honey,
But his touch will always be sweeter than his intentions.
Written about a boy whom I know all too well.

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