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Push Me In The River, Baby

He didn’t want me,
because someone else broke me,
and I was still clawing back,
the glamour,
of who I used to wake up as,
before she was lost.

I let myself trip into tasting,
a little something like love,
and now my knees are grazed,
and my heart is mad at me,
and I don’t blame her.

He didn’t want me.

I don’t want me either.


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The Answered

I wanted him to look at my face,
and follow the script,
but we had wandered into an ad lib class,
so it was up in the air,
like the planes,
and the pollution.
He tried not to say it,
but when he looked at my face,
he could see you all over it,
so I suppose I’ll wait,
until you want to kiss yourself.


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