Perhaps you hurt me,
once before and long ago,
perhaps I bled for you.
Perhaps I wept for you.
"This may hurt a little-
love." red lips and longing.
"You more than me-
darling" hands about my neck.
Too hard to explain,
I have no words for you.
Not here, not now-
amidst the angry night.
She waits.














Comments
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"Im sorry miss, but you're fired"
"Why?"
"For having unprotected sex with company oranges"
~written-from-within
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-dh-
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