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Jul 2019
You repeatedly gave me red flags
And I took them each time
With a smile,
As if they were flowers.
I chose to look for green lights,
And in that way, I guess, I broke my own heart.
Maka
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Maka  24/F/Sad City
(24/F/Sad City)   
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