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Sep 2020
Us
I deceive then leave my family
Approach crossroads
I take turns
I rush in
I dont think
I place algorithms o n thoughts
Gamble sink sunk?
Garish residue black and pink like
Skunk pillow talk
Just headlong
No thoughts to recommend
No advice to send nowhere
Oh this place ain't mine it's not
Ours
Written by
Justin  47/M
(47/M)   
57
   Eman
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