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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Personal · #1327514

When you know there ain't much left

Sometimes when you lift me up I can't get enough.
Sometimes when you arch my back I think of nothing more than shape of my fingernails.
My cries are fleeting and void of passion...
I'm just not so sure about this anymore.
I know you're trying...

you tell me everyday...

I'm ready for the next thing...
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