He knows the number
Of people he’s kissed
I don’t know the number
Of people I’ve fucked
He knows how it feels
When he is in love
I am not sure
That kind of love exists
He is a child who is a man
Who knows how to ask
I am a woman who is a girl
Who stopped asking
He remembers something easy
Without using his memory
I focus to understand easy
By abandoning my memory
He is not innocent
Because no man is
I am innocent
Because everyone is ignorant
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