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Poems
Jul 2020
gas money
the cold kiss of concrete
the rain in july
your soft sigh of relief
as you empty your mind
you made me a liar
when you dressed us in white
thought acting like angles
could *** us a ride
you said drive me to heaven
don't mind the lights
lets miss these long mornings
for the rest of our lives
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