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Jan 2019
One
Three's a crowd and so is four

I'd rather just be here by myself or with just one other person

The pool is cold with bodies piled in

Bodies on the concrete surrending themselves to the sun

I stare as she lays to my side, a sleeping violet

As words come out of mouth as if someone else is talking for me
Written by
Edward
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