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Jan 2019
The first lines are so unexciting
Your words are not at all inviting
The way your imagination is set up
Pushes me away
On you, I will give up. I can't give me up
I am here to stay
Your lost words
Your hurt
Can keep their sour energy and turn grey
ok?
your girl b
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your girl b  NYC
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