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Jun 2016
Hailey
The hail is dropping inside you
Barely
Showing through your eyes too
I can't see it in your eyes*

your eyes are deceiving
never showing what you're thinking
mysterious enigmas aren't my forte
though, that game, i've learned to play
i can't see you when i need you
so i just hit the bar to sit with you

and when you complain
with you, i retrace all your rain
tell you to brush it off and run
and to never mind that ****
but we're always in a hole
maybe together we can grow
maybe together we can glow
maybe together we can go
maybe together we can
maybe together we can
maybe together
John
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John  28/M/New York
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