my
wasnt enough
to be
what we call
such names
such violence
clouds of defined friends
cannot
be so
driving him home
a kiss
not before untouched but
trying to leave
to flee
cant wake his parents
that would be wrong
wrong and wrong as i was wrung
blocked and back onto
hard (to sleep)
no rest
for the putrid word
i cannot say sits
wicked inside
me
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