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this is not my own

rip out my insides,

pull out the intestines

from the gut punches bruised,

the heart that heaves

and beats rapidly for thee,

the mind that overthinks

and runs ceaselessly over everything,

pull it all out,

it does nothing for me,

it only runs for you.


my hands were made to hold only you

my arms were made to embrace you

my legs were made to wrap around you

my hips were made to rise and sink

with your every move

my lips were made to kiss only you

my eyes were made to only see you


i, and this body, was made

for you


◄ I wish it didn't sting

in your flood ►


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