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That Damn Cake

I pierce you with my hook through a charade of coy innocent looks.

Puppy dog eyes and a dash of independence used when good.

Eight years and a week is all it took. 437 more words

Martina

Fuelled

(Fuelled with Resentment)

I think I feel numb.

You’d rather do That than please me.

(Fuelled with Resentment)

I think I feel numb.

Yet you say you want to be One. 168 more words

Martina

It

I hope,

I pray,

I continue to get ready every day,

nothing.

I dream of your touch in some way,

every time you brush past, 172 more words

Martina

Wishing

(Just wishing – we)
still made love.

A year gone and I lied,

saying that we’re still the same.

Trying to be someone who puts you first, 36 more words

Martina