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Jun 2016
It's really not you -it's me, you see
I have a slight problem with intimacy
Through the absent babble and lost words
Somehow I speak, but am never really heard
I lie awake; thoughts keep my eyes open
Maybe I'll run a hot bath to soak in
I can't help but feel bad for what I've done
Fighting a war in my mind that can not be won
Pattern is ab
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SunFlower  NC
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