Zywa
He said sweet things
He said sweet things
to make me think
he loved me and I
was very special to him
I was so young
available, in his eyes
and in his hands
At first sweet, so sweet
but a game
that had nothing to do with me
We shared a secret
he said, and I doubted
until I no longer knew
I hoped to escape
the familiar intimacy
I dreamed of love
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