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Jul 2016
I can brush my feelings away
down, down, into the dust
But they'll always come back to play
and to create more rust.

Under the rug, that's where they go
but never do chance to stay,
because they know they've got more hold
if they take hold in my brain.
xmxrgxncy
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xmxrgxncy  21/F/the forest
(21/F/the forest)   
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   Melaka Jude
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