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Apr 2018
Warm under the covers, we’re not meant to be lovers
The warmth under makes me safe

Your arms like towers, this love devours
Every inch of my sanity

If you’re  leaving don’t let me believe in
The good of you and that you’re coming back

Please let me go, break my heart so I’ll know
That you, you’re not coming back
Written by
Dev  19/F/Australia
(19/F/Australia)   
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