It is fine
her wine you
drank it is not
like you hang
out
with Ellen
or are famous
why did you hide it
making me feel
small
you said it was
you trade sandwiches
with any one
with a clean spoon
to lick
prepackaged conditioner
is all I was
to make your hair
shine
her eggs on your face to now..
to bad
been had in the
dark to long with you.
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