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Feb 2015
You tell me a well rehearsed stock answer, when I ask if you love me

You can't even use the word love, to say you don't have any.

Please don't call me anymore, I don't need your selfish thirst for my soul,

   when you can't even make me a cup of tea.
You lost me in the way you said you never wanted to.
steel tulips
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steel tulips  Vancouver
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