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Aug 2019
Every time
I think that I’m really though with you

I laugh at the irony
Exclaim, but not in exuberance
My heart races, only to fade

And a headache follows
With my realized mistake

Every
Single
Time

Why do I look?
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFfffffffffffffffffffffffffffff - Is for Flame Inextinguishable?

Self, please stop...
Colm
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Colm
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