What story can I write
That you haven't heard already
That you haven't read already
Shed already
Bled already
Until your palms were sweaty
What lie can I tell
That you haven't used already
Abused already
Recycled and reused already
What image can I create
That you haven't painted already
Tainted already
Contaminated already
What virginity can I spare
That you haven't taken already
When you're breaking already
Caking already
What lips can i kiss
That haven't been graced already
Braced already
Faced already
I can only begin with a question
Of how you come to be
How you come to lost terms with me
How the ribbons of our boundaries
Were finally set free
And you've become a stranger to me...
Signed Sincerely,
xoxxxo..
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