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you dislike the kisses I give you
you say no to the rubs on your back
pushing my hand away
pushing me away
pushing my love away

woe to you, I see you now
jumping to the beats of my new Bentley
gnashing your teeth to the screech of my thick rubber
waiting on my love like Godot
I see you man

I see you wanting to be the center
the center that you were
the center that you want to always be
the center that YOU WILL BE NO MORE
Reference: Waiting on Godot by Samuel Beckett

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