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Isamarie Jan 24
Forget your lousy text, and leaving me on the edge.

I feel uneasy sometimes not knowing where this will end.

But if I stay any longer.
I’m going to fuel the fire.

All of it was false hope sprinkled with desire.

Like an honey your words tasted so sweet but stung like a bee.

This soon will be gone.
Until you keep playing those same old songs.

Isamarie Jan 24
She is stardust, she’s all you need.
She is stardust, the air you breathe.
She is stardust, she is all you have.
She is stardust, you never kept tabbed.


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