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I love the way you pulled my hair
hard, but soft
all at the same time
I wonder if my name slips from your lips
when you yell
at her
knowing that mine is the sweetest
taste  in your mouth
while I know hers is the bitter regret.
my tiny body fit so well
beneath you
while hers
buries you
Do you wake in a cold sweat
wondering who lays beside you
this unfamiliar, lump beside you.
not the soft fragile me
that spent 1825 nights next to you
are her lips as soft as mine
as they kiss you in all the wrong places?

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