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Jul 2013
I backtrack, to the past
The house smells like bananas
There's a fly (on my knee)
There's a fly (in my mind)
(Feeding off my excess)

There are neat sunny rooms I'm
(alone)
I'm
(without you)
I'm
Okay, but not the
Best

The clocks ticks my hands roam
(up my neck, of course)

I miss you.
(so bad)
I'm bored.
(please come home to me)
Written by
Lauren Sage
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