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Where do Lolita's go to Rot
To all the old men who once loved me to pieces
who once held me in their big callused hands
like they were terrified to break me
when it's exactly what they planned to do:
You once looked at me
like i was the galaxy sprawled out in front of you
You once looked at me like i was infinite
Transcendant and eternal, time-proof
You wouldn't shoot me a second glance now,
if i walked into...
Wednesday 7th October 2020 7:25 pm
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