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Ink
How come your words are like ink on my skin?
i'm tattooed, you're sinking in.
How come doubt is like a freckle on my face?
i can't scrub it off i can't erase it.
i'm asking you what i gotta do to make you want to want me too.
How come you push when all I want is pull?
Push me away when you've had your fill.
How come my dreams are plagued with your touch?
I just can't get enough.
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