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May 2017
i listen to your
loud music leaning over
the steaming stove

i'll cook you a meal
not wait for a thanks because
you never give one.

little things go by
and if i mess up you will
scream and shout. i'm numb.
-
allie
Written by
allie  20/F/London
(20/F/London)   
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