@writers
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Dear Words,
I don't know where to start.
I've known you since I was little.
I was struggling with you, trying to figure you out.
I eventually figured out how you sound and I couldn't stop showing everyone.
I stand on the verge,Where everything I see, scatterI try this puzzle, to merge;Put it all togetherBut I'm losing itI got that urgeInside myself,I hear, 'You can do it'
When I stare at her,she dies a littleThe more erotic look I give,The more she suffersShe gives me a glance of suffering;I enjoy a littleWhen it discomforts her
