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Dec 2020
Meet me in your closet

Where we used to meet often

I was gone picking out coffins

I think I missed when you called me


We used to meet for coffee

We used to meet for nothing

Sometimes I think you were bluffing

When you said you didn’t want to see me
bbbcarnam
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bbbcarnam  18/M
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