have you ever wondered, babe
why i moan when you bruise my lips
why my breath hitches when you dig your nails
why my eyes roll back when you grip my neck
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Poetryanxiety. infatuation. depression. sex. disappointment. love. dejection. promise. i dont want to be categorized. paradoxical. it's a shame to attempt to understand how this works.
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have you ever wondered, babe
why i moan when you bruise my lips
why my breath hitches when you dig your nails
why my eyes roll back when you grip my neck
