i reached out to cradle them and you spilled all over my chest.
it's down my shirt, i giggle.
i try and wipe off the remaining liquid off my collarbone.
so, take it off, you smile.
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promise you this isn't what it sounds like
YOU ARE READING
ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
