I kissed a miserable boy who tastes of cigarettes
old records in the background
and scars across his wrists
a lip so innocent pierced
a mind so jaded confused and lost
I shuddered at his touch
"undress"
he said as he held up my un-tainted face
pulled at my skirt
I faltered, felt my legs begin to shake.
so this is what its like to be weak
I wish I was your
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yer to nice
thank u much much queen vern
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it was awesome, i really like that one
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no, i dont think i could publish.
thank you so much
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awhile ago
thank u much
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um, im glad u didnt like any of my other poems?
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well i couldnt mind if u did mean that.
but thank you
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