he had one hand up my skirt
and the other in my hair
but it wasn't the same
as when you were there
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Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
Not the Same.
he had one hand up my skirt
and the other in my hair
but it wasn't the same
as when you were there
