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Jun 2015
How was practice he said.
Keep it casual he meant.
Don’t get close, I yelled.
He got closer,
I fell.
I have some faults I confessed.
Ill love them too he lied.
Your dues are high,
I paused.
And I’m too broke,
Too late.
Written by
Irenna Stiebs
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