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Being Cheated On
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Only On a Sunday....
My chest is a cave where things go wrong in the dark
I imagine her thighs taut,
sinewy,
vibrating against your ears
her mouth like a flower
tongue moving down your spine
I have been tearing my hands apart
in the dark
wondering which parts of you she took home
because you never came home after that
and I hope it was worth it
