My heart is a towel wet in love
Until you squeeze it and shove
My towel in a dryer
Set it on fire
Ask me to desire
A heart that is damp
My love is dried
of your denial
Dried to where
at a touch it breaks
I think it's too late
I lost it's weight.
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Introverts Perspective
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