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May 2019
Wearing your sweater covered in memories
Wearing my heart like the holes in my jeans
My shoes red like the fire you set in me
You left me blue
And now i wish i could breathe
As easily as you did leave
My friends all told me I’d bleed
Who would have thought it’s you that I’d need
My parents warned me about the drugs in the streets
But never the ones with green eyes and a heart beat
So when will we meet?
no more between the sheets
Perhaps one day on the streets
Wearing the same old red shoes on my feet
And your sweater on me still so neat
Nuna
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Nuna  19/F/Europe
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