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Oct 2020
So **** close to dance
And noise making
With accents that could not
Be mistaken

I’d have let her wild
And matched her cause,
But she never wrote me
And left that dream loss

So I’ll sing to my own
And drink to my shadow,
While she dances alone
Til her night grows death idle
Written by
JW  23/M
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   grumpy thumb and Pascal Janssen
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