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Aug 2019
the distance we've made
when the cards were played

with nothing to be said
and time to be paid
I can only love an option of higher grade for  the sake of me
for the sake of my ***** ******* mind
who knows of it's treacheries

how many people still waiting for me to decide whether or not I really love her or not

it only amounts to nothing
delicate to the stumbles we take
down the sewer with the rest when I fail a couple "are we still "there"? tests


in my arms
out my arms


the only person you can truly be isn't what you see in me

but what you see in everyone



I just think ******* be *****

really *****

I just be sidetracked from a temporary truth
David Bojay
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David Bojay  Dallas
(Dallas)   
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