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Jul 2018
I blew up your ego
You sent me shiny things
You can't lock your door
But we crave privacy
You were clean cut
And I've always been messy
Your past is a dark thing
My hair is light beams

We both get angry
All the time
Neither of our mothers could ever tell us why


Maybe it never did
Mims
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Mims  21/Androgynous/Time Machine
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