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I'm quitting poems, six days clean.
Max, Max, wish you were covered in wax.
So I could never touch you.
And my boyfriend would not ? what I do.
We shamelessly spend our nights together.
I used to tell him, "Oh, hey... what's up?"
But then... I got stuck
Between a rock and a hard place.
We fought.
But He Knew.
It was best for me,
To still
See your face.
Oh [deletion],
on my shoulder
I'd like to hold her
But I won't.
Cuz I Shon't.
Next Verse. I Smile and smile.
Like a Haiku.
What can I do.
But Smile
(more alcohol)
OF COURSE!!!
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