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Jul 2015
you are
a thunderstorm with the sun still shining
you feel like
a freezing house with the warmest bed
you talk as if
they could get drunk off the liquor on my lips
you act like
that past year is probably going to mean nothing
we all know
it's not hard to spot a mess,
and you're drawn to be
closer to me.
it's ok
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