your eyes couldnt take the morning light, you turned from me and forced your body out of bed. you didnt speak you just collected all your things, checked your reflection and left. all my freckles and my flaws, my bodys gotten soft and im waiting for something to tell me i'm awake. cus this past weeks meant nothing to me, yeah this past weeks meant nothing to me. i swear this was better in my head but its business baby so what could i expect? i'll pretend to hate you just for effect but i dont know if i mean it yet. i never thought you'd get inside me, and in record time if you know what i mean. you last as long as sense in a dream or when you meet eyes with a stranger from across the street.
Keywords: hard, boiled, eggs
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