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Jan 8
And you.
Basically all I write about,
My poems start to get boring I think.
But it's all I think about.
Our lies
Our secrets
Our fights
Our stories
Our love
Our friendship
Or at least what's left of it,
Always here, never there
You're my poetry
I write to much about you, And I.
Is it bad tho?
Always on my mind,
Always in my poems,
If Only you knew, if anyone did...

It's just my mind.
That I want to be the one to speak her name as mine
thank you, next.
Your Local Grocery Store
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Your Local Grocery Store  Transmasculine/Hamilhell
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