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No title to this sad song
I feel no warmth in your stay,
only light flames from your exhaust lead the way.
The deadliest parts of you,
I hold high and mighty.
“Clearly it’s not working out”
you tell me while I’m crying
what’s wrong with me
Sunday 16th December 2018 5:12 am
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