Tag
tag, you're it, again.
you're it, i quit, i'm giving in.
it's easy to call me goddess
while you're peeling off my bodice,
but will i still be ethereal
after you have had your fill?
tag, i'm it, you got me again
running cicles in the hole
you left me in when
you went out on your own
to "just meet a friend"
i don't care if you're back.
not that much, anyway.
this time around i feel the difference.
this time i won't beg you to stay.
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