but it was

and still is
that first kiss
you thinking
of
me
when you gloss your lips


that broken heart
the one that
tore
you
apart

the blood they wipe
from their sleeves
while they ****
you and me

where
is
my
eglish teacher
was that history
that ripped
the
depths
from me

who are you
have you slept
with
our
mother

are your eyes
****** ing me
again

my love
could never
be
persuaded

it was never
?













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