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Feb 2020
I want to love you
Polished girl
Who's grown from glamourus day of babe
But you
But you
Hold no substance of earth
No brains of your own
No truth to convey
You take what I give
You take
You take
Giving nothing of yourself
As empty beings, be
And by the way
You are not social in the least
Social is laughable sometimes.
Colm
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