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Aug 2017
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Words just flew from my mouth
Wish I could **** them back.

I know that you know that I know,
Crimson floods my cheeks.
What is this gonna cost me?

Hands on your hips
"Oh really" on your face.
This is hurting us both.

Creator of the time machine
Will save the world.
But I have to deal with this now.
Written by
danny  29/M/Melbourne/Ireland
(29/M/Melbourne/Ireland)   
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