Loneliness is a wormgnawing at my gut,so I cling to boyswho don’t care(flowers promised but never given).It wiggles its way through meso I can’t ignore itmaking me cry. Loneliness is a new housemateI’m still getting used toso I reach out to boys who don’t try(dates at the Supermarket).To talk on the phoneabout how lonelinessleaves towels on…

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