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Goddess
by Hannah Rose Goris
You called me a Goddess,
You said I was the Hottest.
You gave me a Flower
but, yet, it smelled so sour.
I wanted to kiss you,
But you hiss, "No."
You said this is the end,
but I still want to be your friend.
You are so nice,
but you still feel like ICE.
You always flirt,
Please stop... it hurts!
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