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Feb 2020
there's no balance between
the fine line you made me walk
when you played me
high as a kite, we were just yelling
throwing shade and throwing dishes
she used to catch feelings
but now she's out there catching trains
I know you bought me those heels
but you can't ever get on my level
my head in the clouds
far above the smoke from this party
there's no going back once you're in it
that fine line I made you walk
I played my cards
now there's nothing left on the table
magic words
magic feelings
magic broken

Written by
sunshine  21/F/British Columbia
(21/F/British Columbia)   
     Yassy T, Khoisan and iixiixixvii
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