Poem. Telling You Where To Get Off.
Telling You Where To Get Off.
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Telling you you had to go
made me feel so good.
To see that sudden shock
move like quicksilver
on the surface of your eyes.
I know you never thought I never would,
that loving you, I never could.
But you forgot to factor in
that I got by before we met
and tricks once learned I don’t forget.
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