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Feb 2018
spin me
like a record
playing me
until you get bored
the needle like words tear into my skin
such a plastic feel
the waves of my voice
drowned by your touch
at the end of the song
I've run out of luck
waiting to get played
once more..
jas
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jas  26/F/texas
(26/F/texas)   
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   Angie Marcano
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