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Apr 2019
come and go, to and fro
like a cockroach. i mean hell, you're
resilient.
you slide under my door
and into my bed
whisper into my ear and crawl inside my head.
room 206
do not disturb

        i am


tired.

        but not of you,
not now,  

      
                              not ever.
Written by
robin
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