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Jan 2017
You
are
like
an
eye
infection
in
the
sense
that
every
time
I
close
my
eyes
I
am
reminded
of
your
existence
and
the
pain
that
comes
with
it
so
now
I
figure
it
is
better
to
live
with
my
eyes
wide
open
so
I'm
not
faced
with
the
bitter
darkness
that
ta­kes
its
place
behind
my
eyeballs
whenever
you
are
not
around
I think I have pink eye and I think you gave it to me but I think it's alright because I think it may be the only thing I have left of you
Queen of the Highway
Written by
Queen of the Highway  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
446
   --- and MateuΕ‘ Conrad
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