it felt like excavation
we were strangers. as
he pounded, i shut my
eyes. boldly lying,
i claimed to be a
virgin. it was an excuse
for making a face.
just think, type, submit.
every poem is anonymous.
we were strangers. as
he pounded, i shut my
eyes. boldly lying,
i claimed to be a
virgin. it was an excuse
for making a face.
at 9:38 AM
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