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Mar 2021
your words
spin out of control
like the car she was in,

and your words
crash into me
like i'm the garage;
and your words
the car she was in,

and your words
leave scars on my body
like the aftermath
of their words
did;
"that crash,
it was the car she was in."
i love you, kiet.
Ronin
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Ronin  19/F/The Netherlands
(19/F/The Netherlands)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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