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Doorstep

Last updated on August 19, 2020

You made all those promises
That, how
You gonna take my hand
Pull me closer
Taking way my insecurities
Worshipping me
As a Queen
Should be
But, how can i forget
All promises were name sake
You were just another
Playboy at my doorstep.

Published inProse & Poem

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