Terrence likes the little girls I hear
Tall as him but with fewer rings
So when he's around I like to shut my mouth
I never know what I might arouse.
Terrence thinks I'm awfully sweet
He doesn't know, in my dreams
I watch him bleed.
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My name is not Lolita
PoetryPoetry about (not) falling prey to older men with a fetish for innocence, about girlhood and those in the shadows who enjoy stealing it. I've had many names, none are Lolita. "I want him the way a child wants candy Meaning it would be wise to refuse...
