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Feb 2019
not psychic but i predict your selfish movements.
the way you fumble in & out with ill intent.
you must be bored with them.
you know? the ones that bring comfort
that only ever last a moment.
then the coldness, it catches up.
like a game of tag...
you’re it!
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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     charlotte, DG, --- and P A R Á D E I S O S
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