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Mar 2020
It's easy to lift you up, without possessing your heart
You aren't born this cold, it's something you learned after
Had you crossed that street, you may have avoided disaster
Atleast from the beginning I warned her
But those warnings were drowned out with laughter
Fingers like smoke touching skin
And a stroke that felt like loving
Sweet words whispered in silence
But lack of fulfillment
brought forth corruption
Hopeless Outlet
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Hopeless Outlet  34/M/NYC
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