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Apr 2013
You don't know I hate you,
and you never felt my love.
For someone who's in tune with Earth,
you don't catch much in your glove.
Room's spinning in circles,
can't even be sure of the time.
I don't know when I realized,
that you were never mine.
andrea rose
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