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A Promise Meant Nothing

From seventeen to thirty,
I played a game of lover's roulette-
Grabbing the gun of sexual desire
And pointing it at my heart,
Pretending that the heat in the
Cross of my legs meant that
Romance, and blessings,
And all that a ring would bear.
Trading kissing and clutching
For a spin of the gun.

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