Repetitions... MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   reflections of a weary past

i taste them on my tongue.

recipes are handed down from

young

to young

to young.

mirrored on my face is yours

i see it through my eyes.

trying not to force on others

ways i was forced from between

your thighs.

but i find myself living these two worlds

a hypocrite at best.

i know escaping is fruitless

from the pounding in my chest.





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