Poetry

Her

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So I heard you like the wild ones
Do you know what that means?
To know someone like me
Can I convince you to stay
Spend the night
let me be
Just let yourself out
After a night like that
Your only want is to see me again
But I can’t have that
My bed may be queen sized
But it’s only fit for me
Over night guest may be just that
Guest
Take your turn and leave

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