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he kept calling my name
because I wouldn't shut up
with all of my apologies
desperate sobs
and muffled explanations
he cupped my face
and swore it'd be okay
even if I wasn't
he would make it so
He told me
"Careful,
your lips are bleeding
from the tips of your words
as if they are knives
pressed to your skin"
I kissed him so hard
I heard him moan my name
through the cracks in his teeth

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