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Jan 10
My hair smells like carrot cake,
it holds onto things like that-
and accidental kisses
that were not very kind.

Iā€™m sorry,
by the way.

I forgot your lips were trouble
and you have a troubled mind.
Written by
Annie  23/F/New Zealand
(23/F/New Zealand)   
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