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Words

You take my words from me, 

Then wonder why I am angry, 

Our escapades in Morroco seem to be a distant memory. 

I know you are there in the background, 

Stalking me constantly, 

My family know too, let this be a lesson to you, 

You appear in every dark reading, 

So astrally project yourself somewhere else, 

Go live in Australia, 

 

 

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