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How did it come to this
Loneliness
Scrolling contact lists
For love interests
Someone who might lust me
I'm not fussy
From a text to a kiss
& a kiss to a hussy
...This was me
By "was" I mean yesterday
I played the scrolling game
Scored an hour of affection, mostly foreplay
Not quite worth the shame
When he came & I left
I left for the best
I mean there's fucking
Then there's fucking pests
I'm easy come, easy go
Nothing more, nothing less
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