the numbers are in,
the vote counted.
have you lost or
won, it's unknown,
these things.
promises are made
like lustful
boyfriends reaching
for the button,
the snap, i promise,
i promise, he says.
you just want bread
on your table
and work to fill
your day. don't pretend
to love me.
the vote counted.
have you lost or
won, it's unknown,
these things.
promises are made
like lustful
boyfriends reaching
for the button,
the snap, i promise,
i promise, he says.
you just want bread
on your table
and work to fill
your day. don't pretend
to love me.
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