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May 2019
I’ll erase you
“we”
weren’t carved in stone.
Life is what you make it,
but you go where the winds blown.
What you sold was *******.
I was ripped off,
your love was counterfeit.
“Us”
just lost its appeal,
so I had to split.
ANTONIO Ainnoot
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ANTONIO Ainnoot  28/M/Brooklyn
(28/M/Brooklyn)   
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