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Sep 2020
Decent I say.
Passing time down the line
Making sure you're all mine
You have this scent that makes me wanna die inside
Your world is upside down
Jumping around
making sure you don't pound your head into this sound
It seems to be awkward but very tempted
Your smile is nothing but a fraile flower waiting to bloom
You catch my eye and burn my skin
It makes me want to end
That's why I say
Your more then a dime
more then all is fine
decent I say.
Just like time
Ghostverses
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Ghostverses  20/F
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