Retract.
Boy's not so bad,
Take back all I said,
In hope for all I had.
Tyrant.
Boy's got a temper.
Untimely, heaven sent
Dead.
Girl's got a temper.
And sorry I can't but hope you forgive
I long for the bruises;
Any reminder of you.
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