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Jul 2017
The useless truth is being ruthless doesn't suit your kind of movement, stupid
But don't let that stop your bravado or make you stop and swallow the plans you already made for tomorrow,
But what you'll gain from sprouting out my name won't be the same as what we had before,
So continue on your petty game
Euphoria emporium in capsule form,
Normal boredom makes me squirm like moving worms.

Euphoria
Like when you lose your phone
And your eyes dart around the room like rockets
But you feel down your side
And you have it in your pocket
Written by
Lochlan C  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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       -A-, everly and Lola Heatherflower
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