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martes, 28 de marzo de 2017

Prompt: peach

You picked me up
from the floor,
You sweet-talked me,
said I wasn’t

You peeled me off,
with care
I let you touch my
tender spots, willingly
let you dig your fingers
deep into my flesh

You lifted me
to your mouth,
behind your kiss
there were teeth,
and my sweetness trickled
down your throat and
I remember I hoped
it was satisfactory

But as soon as you
reached the hardness of
my core,
you spit me out
abandoned me
forgot me
left me to rot

(But it is my fault
I should have known
I should have known
I should have known)


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