he touches
without permission
and i fool myself
into liking it
until he is g o n e
and i am alone
feeling dirty
oh-so-dirty
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destruction
PoetryShe set out to destroy herself, piece by piece she fall apart until the remains were too scattered and maybe she should've stopped from lighting herself on fire but why would she, when she had a lighter and the world around her was a tank filled wit...
