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Jan 2018
ardent lights

whizzing tv

cigarette smoke

and you.

i don't like it when you look at me like that
i don't like it because i will get home and
i won't be able to sleep

this memory

and that stroke

or how youΒ Β cover me carefully

so i am not (afraid) cold

or the tears

and you're telling me you don't know?
Written by
Andra  26/F/UK
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