Love · Poetry

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I’m ten signs deep
Past the point of where we fall in love
I’m scratched up
Leaving with fierce scars on my body
And it all happened in that Camry
It all happened in the backseat
The part where I found out love wasn’t for me
I worship bodies
And my particular religion frowns upon relationships

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