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Apr 2019
We used to be mates
now we’re cell mates
This house is just a place we sleep
This bed is just another place we read

A Prison
Pending release

You used to be so sentimental
I would sing your words with jealousy
But that’s on me
Flaws
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     Jon York, Wide eyed, Fawn and OC
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