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it got blunt

Poetry By: imalloverit

me at my most desperate

Submitted:May 4, 2010    Reads: 43    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

You taste like sour cream
Im mean
But I need it
A sturdy steady drug drip
dont touch my clit
just lay down
and let me
just hold onto
and let me
don't leave
be a leech
don't ever leave
be a creep
your gone
its wrong
be sorry
and fall in love with me again.


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