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Jan 2017
Sink or swim.
Time is thin.
Months to go.
I can't breathe in.

In you weave.
Secret steps.
Holding close.
Your deep regrets.

***** in my court?
That's all you can say.

Boy's games are child's play.

They think they're cunning.
They believe they're smart.
But they **** with poets.
They play with art.

Girls you see,
We play for keeps.
Russian Roulette.
Close your eyes... go to sleep.
Holly
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Holly  Tokyo
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