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Mollly Jo Poem
Limerence pools,
at the lip of skin.
Bleeding like I love ;
slow,
hard,
full of regret.
Copyright © Mollly Jo | Year Posted 2025
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Mollly Jo Poem
You begged so pretty.
You bled so easy.
You mistook my knife for a hand.
You held it.
Don't blame my heart for being sharp.
Why call it love?
I never promised that.
Copyright © Mollly Jo | Year Posted 2025
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Mollly Jo Poem
I came to you already drowning.
You reeked of endings.
I dove in head-first.
Perfect.
Copyright © Mollly Jo | Year Posted 2025
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