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Aug 2020
Sweet nothings bore me.

Secrets shared in the first ten minutes
are worth less than the effort it takes me
to hear them.

So say something new, in words
that burn my skin when they touch.
Must try harder.
muse, mate. you're slacking.
ju
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ju  F/England
(F/England)   
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