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Mar 2018
when i am away
the butterflies go too
the best parts disappear
and i steal them back from you

when i am away
my mind goes back to bed
but my body is still moving
just walking without a head

when i am away
i go through neon doors
mindless and wandering about
and nothing i'm looking for

when i am away
is when you like me least
but trying to fight is pointless
when you lack a sword to **** a Beast
olive
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