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Apr 2015
I have been writing for
what is it?
Hours now
I rushed to get home
to speak with you
and waited all that time
for you to either say hello
or for your green to disappear
my time, my ink, and my girl
all three ran out on me.
ᗩᑎᑎᗩᒪIᔕᕮ
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ᗩᑎᑎᗩᒪIᔕᕮ  24/F
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