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Feb 2020
Neurons in over drive
There’s no way I survive

Maintain contact
Maintain contact

The traitors
They divert to your mountainous
Zit

You notice
You stand
You dismiss

My lips
Grinning like a madman

Eyes just summiting
Manicly laughing
Thanking you

Did I thank you?
Written by
jac
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