Please Sir, may I have some more?

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Oh you have worn me down.

Pressing the tips of your calloused hands against my heart.

Stop.  Stop. Restart.

I can’t take much more of this.

Just as I think the last drop, the last atom is gone

I’m wrong.

Again.

‘You  have me at hello?’

Well you floored me with it.

And I tried to be casual.

I promise I did.

But this heart of mine still holds your prints

And it’s held up with splints

Which broke.

I’m a joke. A clown.

A lingering fool.

Jelly string on a spool.

I mean nothing to you

And that’s never happened me before.

I have never been cast aside like a whore.

But you stopped me with silence.

But that silence was a roar.

I’m still sore. I’m still sore.

So why do I want more?

(c) Slumpless

 

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