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Hot Tears

relentless hands			
pushing & pulling the air around me
in my ears and from my skin
the shifts serve to drown me
what are you doing right now?
thinking about me
or dreaming of gorgeous blondes
with perky tits and blank stares
because thatís all you want
from them right now?
Iím not used and Iím not broken
but neither am I broken in
coiled tight around my belly, a chain
waiting to be stretched
I donít want to be taken
only given
and itís not horny, itís lonely
patience is a virtue I know too well
so go fuck the blonde
I donít even mind, just donít
tell me about how good she was
I donít deserve to know.

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