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Dec 2014
To You
my teeth grit at the sound of your footsteps
before you appear
you run like I don't know
you speak like a little boy
all these things make me mad
because of you
#anger #your #sounds
Phoolmatee Dubay
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Phoolmatee Dubay  Queens, NY
(Queens, NY)   
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