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Jul 2019
wednesday, i stopped,
threw the rain to the shore,
didn't care for the pain,
cause i loved your face more.
if you see me in pieces,
they're all things i adore,
if this pain was a prison,
you're an unlocked door.
Written by
charles  29/M
(29/M)   
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     Mackongo, Fawn, --- and yuki
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