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Nov 2016
Over and over
I’ve become a soldier
These moments, they solder
My heart to my head


When the two become separate
Things become desperate
Life starts to feel like ****
Gravity, like lead


Then come the butterflies
Flipping me over
Rekindling the smolder
Alive, not dead


When you feel the flip flop
Don’t waste it on prim and proper
Let love make you drip drop
All over your bed
gingerlover
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