responsibilty
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I've said farewell to many a kind
From Cats to Hamsters, I didn't mind.
Some past their time, to out of their prime, each one committed some sort of crime
Father in wartime, the rain would always chime
I can taste the lust in your kisses
It forces your tongue just a little closer to mine than it ought to.
I fear your touch but I shiver and press toward it.
Am I a slut?
I think this is what adultery must feel like.
