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Sep 2018
She is a beautiful face
Beautiful figure,
But her words are so cold,
Mind so still,
I never met a person who could not feel.
She's ice, and even as I chizzle she doesn't even look my way.
Is she truly that far gone ?
And why is it I feel the need to stay.
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