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Jan 2019
I could never believe you,
For I have nothing to trust.
Nothing to hold
As though it were my own.
To feel, together as we do
On a breezy Saturday afternoon.
When I believed in what you’d say
I believed in who you were
And I’d follow you all my days.
A trustworthy companion,
I beg, poison me again.
Dawson S
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