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Aug 2019
my room is a museum of the last night you were here
it never was really much
keep staring at your shirt on the floor
i cant bring myself to pick it up
you texted me to ask when it'd be okay
to come and get your stuff
whenever is best for you
but be careful of what you touch
broken hearts have sharp edges
and it'd be a shame if you were cut
youcancallmesierra
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youcancallmesierra  22/F/i'm not really sure
(22/F/i'm not really sure)   
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       Emmanuella, ---, --- and Bogdan Dragos
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