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Fuck and Fight
When you don't know who you are you hold on.
To whatever you can, whatever you know.
Whatever you're fucking good at.
I am good at fucking.
With my body, tongue, hands, souls and minds, between sheets.
I am better at fighting
With bloodstained clothes,broken bones, people, myself, fists and teeth, on darkened streets.
To whatever you can, whatever you know.
Whatever you're fucking good at.
I am good at fucking.
With my body, tongue, hands, souls and minds, between sheets.
I am better at fighting
With bloodstained clothes,broken bones, people, myself, fists and teeth, on darkened streets.
Published 16th Feb 2018
Author's Note
A little darkness about my past. Only half of this is true now, since learnt how to love.
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