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He loved my body, but not me, the cover, not the book
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He didn't want my story or the language I spoke, just relief from his melancholy, my embellishments he took
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He loved me, no, he loved my body. He said I had magazine beauty, my big eyes and lengthy lashes, my hair, a dark classic
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Against his skin, my plump lips pressed, but it was. wasn't enough, so me he undressed
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He loved my body, but not me, the way my hips shaped unapologetically
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He held my face and squeezed me tight, publishing how he was lucky to acquire such a pretty
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sight. But he wasn't prepared for the intellectual flight. My body he loved, and me he caressed impatiently and the creation of my chest
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But he didn't adore the rest, the workings of my mind which he had
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He could not understand the capacity of it yet he put up his hand embraced me roughly and he was gone again Loved he my body and my innocence he took
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with one or two hits myself down in his book, he pursued me for my silhouette
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That was a pain I cannot annotate. He danced with my careless physique
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and for my careful mind, he would not wait. He loved my body, yet unfit for loving me
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He didn't want to comprehend. And soon enough, once spring arrived, he would put this to an end
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He called it love when he wrapped himself around me with his perfidious, worn-out words
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Then for a year he kissed the necks of other girls and left me on reserve
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And now he wants my body. One more time. He wants my body, but not me
