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Sep 2016
i watch you walk down the sidewalk
and you disappear in the fog
disappeared in the fog

coming to conclusions in my head
you were just laying in my bed
you were in my bed

no one seems to focus much
an eruption from one soft touch
one soft, soft touch

i realize it might be all on me
it was on you but now it's blinding me
now it's blinding me
John
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John  28/M/New York
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