You slammed the door on my smirk,
My devilishly happy smirk.
Although the blisters upon my face,
Burned and burned, because you placed,
A hand upon them, making some rupture.
From a sunburn the other day,
Filled of our smiles and little flirts.
You said we were forever,
Now you slam the door on my smirk.
I know what made you leave,
I know what made you heave, butt.
My incredibly tolerant shit,
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