Jane Doe


When I woke up it was well past four,

You were gone and I was sore.

It must have been a good night,

I love waking up without you in sight.


You left breakfast, but it was cold,

Would assuming we had sex be bold?

And I didn't get your name,

God dammit, what was your name...?



Simple, gritty, powerful. Loved it. 3/3.

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