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Yes. No. Yes. No.
Yes, I was so dramatic, but that’s what you loved about me, I was a tempest, a teen temptress, slamming doors, stirring you up, tearing the whole room apart, until you could take no more, kissing away my kicking and screaming. No, I didn’t have a clue, and there are things that nobody can teach…
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I Heard You, Darling
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Parma Violet Prince
Opium, under my skin, soaked into my soul, slightly sweet, supernaturally seductive. My parma violet prince, on the air, my mind, my lips, nestled in my neediest nights, when I creep down the stair case, sniffing and sighing, like a mad woman. You are my affliction, addiction, obsession, conviction. I am handcuffed to heaven,…
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First Kiss
My first kiss, was a tragedy. Not Greek, or Shakespearean, just us. I shook, inside your guilty grasp, not your niece, but just as nice as Catherine. You tell me twice, you can’t believe the mess, as you gaze, from the bridge, where people like us end up, enjoying the view, before we throw ourselves…
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Pepsi Cola
Just when I thought it was over, melancholy under the moon, I decided I was tired of missing you, so I tore off my clothes, my past, and sank into silk sheets, ready for one last drink, before bidding goodbye, to my dreams of you. Just when I thought it was over, I choked on…
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