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Jul 2017
When it's over
And you have
All but moved on
You change my plans.

Recanting every word
And every bruise.

Your tune changes
Faster than the song ends
And I am caught
Like a fly in your web.

Here's to our familiar suffering.
Let it begin again.
autumn
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autumn  25/F/Baton Rouge
(25/F/Baton Rouge)   
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