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May 2015
Guess it means nothing
95 or not
Drop out
Drag on
**** up

I hate this potential
Nervous burns wander my skin
Reciting old poetry

Expect nothing
I keep saying
Expect nothing

Remember the morning after
How we bathed in cypress
So we’d live forever?

I talked circles round your neck
And settled in the empty space your body left
9:17pm, May 27th 2015

And you thought I would go places.
Written by
   Elaenor Aisling, namii, Pea and NV
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