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Jan 2019
i know what you're saying and i know what you mean
but you couldn't say it louder for the rest of the team?
good old number 13
always hangin on her own
you thought she wouldn't answer the phone
- - -
but did you look at her eyes
a mad surprise
love with gold flakes - the same as in her thighs
even when she cries - the red only intensifies

{But back to the start
a girl born with a heart
glitter storms her hair
porcelain reigns near
riding early with Bertha
to learn a lesson or two}
Elmia
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