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May 2017
I say a lot of things
I'm not always so careful
But it is the first thing I think about
Every time I decide to show you my anger
I've already killed much worse in my mind
But the way I want to come to you
Is to fill the soft places you have saved for love
I want to fill them with what remains inside of me
Because what was able to survive my own life
Is the only part of me worth giving to you
Mark Lecuona
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