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Jan 2015
Your clumsy tongue was enough
to get me drunk on you.
rather than stumble on myself
I stumbled over your words,
and false hope

In the end, I was slumped
against the wall,
wondering what I ever did to deserve
everything less than the best
you are a fool
Luna
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Luna
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