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i wanna be yours, A. Monkeys
I don't have control over my eyes,
they seek your sight.
I don't have control over my heart,
they want to claim their right.
Over you that is,
to have you, that is,
but the questions eats me alive,
are you even supposed to be mine?
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Cringe Poems i wrote
PoetryI'm not the same person i used to be while writing these. Publishing cause my children insisted and i'm a good mom.