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Jun 2016
she's the sky when it's purple and red and pink
she's what i think about when i cant think
just hope that she sees me and she hears this
always thinking i'm owed one last kiss
always hoping you'll give a ****

i know i could've helped you when you needed it
when i was in that black cave, my torch you lit
i should've been there when your tide shifted
should've focused less on getting lifted
you really showed me what i was looking for
you made me feel dumb rich when i was dirt poor
John
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John  28/M/New York
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