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Oct 2018
you keep the key to **** on your belt
and you meet me here after work
it’s cold so we sleep with our clothes on
i say mean things until the conversations ends
we sit in silence and wish i were dead

you place your vases neatly on the lower shelves
i let the flowers arrange themselves
we talk over coffee as if we’re old friends
we sit in silence and wish i were dead
oliver g wilikers
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oliver g wilikers  21/M/Scotland
(21/M/Scotland)   
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