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Dec 2020
******* and your
“Apology”
That **** means nothing
YOU mean nothing
I spilled myself to you
And “Ok” is what I got in return
******* and your
“Apology”
It’s too late for all that
Your true colors
Came out in full brightness
Once beautiful tones and hues
Now I find them all to be
UGLY AS ****
YOU
are UGLY AS ****
******* and your
Sorry sob ***
“Apology”
*****
Autumn Coleman
Written by
Autumn Coleman  29/F/San Diego, Ca
(29/F/San Diego, Ca)   
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   Jeremy Stacy
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