Allure
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Your name is sticky
Sticking in my mind..
On my tongue..
I could have a list of things to ponder,
But consistently you are number one
I hate that despite my common sense
I allow you to live rent free in my head
I try to wash my hands clean of you,-
I pray you won’t stain, that you’ll simply go down the drain
But dammit your mark has been made
And without trying, you’ve won
The game I made in my head and the one I refused to play
Maybe it means something that you never...