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Jul 2016
He doesn't care about
anything I do, anything I say
anything I feel, he doesn't
mind If I feel like holding kisses
and placing them in his lap
because he doesn't mind me
he doesn't mind me at all
he does not feel that
I belong in his mind at all
it's so depressing
I think I will still fall
madly in love
with the idea of him
a beautiful thought
yet a solid brick wall.

e.s.
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
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   K-mari AJani Jones and Corvus
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