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Apr 2018
he moves in the moonlight
weekends, never all right
swerved and hit the curb
know better than to disturb
don't bother to watch his tone
got mad and shattered her phone
god, she wishes she was alone
Written by
adriana  17/F/la
(17/F/la)   
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     Weasel, KM Hanslik, badtaste and Wordmancer
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