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Aug 2020
you're still here and it's six am
why didn't your friends know who I was?
where do they think you went?

we'll never open a café in Brooklyn
but we can pretend
you've been sleeping in the spare room
but you play pretend

you kissed someone last night
in the streets of my city
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