I am 17 and I want to be a poet

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The Bruises That Your Bitemarks Lefton My Thighs Are The Only Remnantsthat I Have Of You Once You Are

the bruises that your bitemarks left on my thighs are the only remnants that i have of you once you are gone yet i still relish in them.

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i often mistake my relationships with others for genuine connection and feel that we are one and the same yet i still manage to be left behind i truly wish that i could pretend that i could be someone different but i cannot which is something that no one seems to understand to be someone else would be my salvation.


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