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Jul 2017
why are we like this
spilling words onto paper
in dark lit rooms
with doors closed
heartbreak playing
like a record
and my heart
is the record player
the scratches make me vintage
Written by
ac  15/F/earth&space
(15/F/earth&space)   
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