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Dec 2018
I gave you orchids
You gave me a snake
And told me it's fine
to drink from the cup

I gave you a locket with a picture of us
You gave me your number
but not your address
And I spent days confused and obsessed

***, what good are flowers in fall?
How do you expect me to call?
I threw away the ******
And again I crawl
Written by
PITCH BLACK  M/The Milky Way
(M/The Milky Way)   
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   Fawn
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