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Jan 2020
If my tongue allows it I hope it isn't too late
I'm known for stopping before it escalates
Gestures in tender intent get me in trouble
I'll never know why so I'll continue to struggle

I'm running through the alleys chasing the thrill
'cause it's what I do best and what I do the worst
You'd think I'd learn my lesson well after all this time
But these ropes dig so deep they remind me why I never reach my prime

I'm doing everything unrehearsed
Wrote about a year ago with no real purpose with a different introduction. It makes sense now
Lara Trujillo
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Lara Trujillo  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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   Juneau
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