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Cynthia

When you caught me
kissing my friend Cynthia
you called me a
slut

I could've blamed it
on an empty tequila bottle
but alcohol is a calculated catalyst

I implicated her auburn hair
tight black skirt and
the way she gasps when
she comes

If you made me
gasp I wouldn't need
Cynthia