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You won't get it Not because it is saved For someone special But the warmest ***** Steaming wet Unlike a mind    Built of regrets I'm no paradox It will all make sense Where our story begins And where you end It's a dumpster of men I can't recall What was your name Were you even there In me So empty of memory Passenger, please be polite You were just hallucinating That I want you
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
Not your *****
You won't get it Not because it is saved For someone special But the warmest ***** Steaming wet Unlike a mind    Built of regrets I'm no paradox It will all make sense Where our story begins And where you end It's a dumpster of men I can't recall What was your name Were you even there In me So empty of memory Passenger, please be polite You were just hallucinating That I want you
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Mari_oneta
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
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