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I have forgotten
the weight of your chest and
the warmth of wandering lips,
but I know how you offered it:
without shame or reservation;
the way the sea knows it's force,
how it could swallow...
I use to be into poetry & things,
Creative thoughts, visions & working on my dream.
But that all got twisted when I started fighting for a boy,
Who still letting other girls play with his toy.