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Aug 2017
strawberry. we're red, we're orange.
a mixture of a flame, but its nothing important
she breaks me open,
it's not anything for love
now she has all the fire.
And I am colorless
it's ok
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it's ok  21/F
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     Jay, ---, rose and its gonna make sense
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