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Love Poem #216598
A Bad Cum
by Arif
After you are gone
How will I go to work?
Who will I phone
To talk through the silent evening
You are the only place
I can put myself.
No hopes or dreams
Can fill my cumming face.
You were the first real date for me,
And I made my mistakes.
But though I've paid a half price,
I am still crazy about sweepstakes.
I feel as though my heart bleeding
On a countertop.
The pain is like a flooded scream
That cannot, will not stop.
Oh god I want you back so bad,
That I would gladly die,
To hold you in my arms again
And not care how or why.
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