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9/29/16


Content, yet writing you again.

Notebooks full of attempts.

Somehow gotta make sense of all the sex.

 

Content, ignoring texts.

Until I know what to expect

And am prepared for what comes next.

 

Content, gotta rest.

Worrying about our future, ain’t worth the stress.

Something you see, but I’m learning to accept.

 

Content, it’s no ones fault.

Take it like a shot of tequila with a rim of salt.

Goes down quicker than your walls to your heart.

 

Content, said it with your eyes.

Trying to forget watching your chest rise.

So long gone are you, your breasts and your thighs.

 

Content, I’ll be alright

Your face will be replaced in spite.

By her, her, her, her, her or her tonight.

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