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By November 6, 2025No Comments1 min read

you play the victim,
and then switch your position
so i cut you off.

you’re done to me
not a rarity
but some baggage claim
cheap to me

to recover
another lover under sheets
there’s no other

that can live without me
but you

just live without me
because you can,
sweetie.

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