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Dec 2017
I'm not a definition of obsession
but passion, care and love
you see nothing good
but dirt in my sleeves
how dare you sweep them off
when you have a speck in your eyes
you ignore for years
call me obsessed
call me blind
call me dull
but i think you're madness as it is
with a big ego and arrogance
shallow is your well
understanding is no place in your head
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butterfly  F
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     Can kasaplar and Imran Islam
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