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Feb 2017
Your words cut me deep
When they don't play along
But your eyes
Your eyes
Are rooted elsewhere
It's like your tongue is the thorn
When your eyes are full of honey
Louisa Joy Mayes
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Louisa Joy Mayes  19/F
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