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The Way She ____

Because of how many poems I’ve written about you



I now know


     That


        I fell for you



And sure


  Maybe it is just


    Your body


      And the way


        You orgasm 


         And the way


          You feel in my arms


             Afterwards


But


   I know now


     That I fell 


       For that



I will 


    Miss you


     And the way that you cum



Greatly 



I couldn’t tell you that 


  With the spoken word


So I hope


  That I expressed it


With the way that I touched you


   And with the way


I’ve used you


   For my muse




  Am sorry


    For


  




    Everything



 
 
 

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