CandyRot
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This sweet love I feel for destiny.

I don't know her yet.

She whispers nothing.

But it's everything.

I can't forget her.

I'm stuck .

I feel her.

I can't stop touching her pregnant belly.

It's raining.

She's on fire.

I cry out.

Her belly bursts.

I'm drowing in blood.

I'm crying.


She has tasted

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I remember someone writing me poetry. It seems so far away now. It was bittersweet. Was it so simple for him. Or maybe it was so simple for me. My mind likes to switch the story.

I took him. He took me. The only thing notable about it was that it was my first time. How many years ago? Six.

He first wrote a poem about my fair skin..auburn hair. I only remember that. I wish I could remember more. But, I can't. It's so sad looking back. Wishing I could remember him. Remember

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