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Apr 2018
when those eyes like ice meet mine, i look down
she snarls as i freeze
fight or flight
she has me trapped
words like knives into my anxious mind
who would have thought it would end up this way
Francis Rowell
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Francis Rowell  15/FTM/Lost, probably
(15/FTM/Lost, probably)   
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