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Mar 2021
and that’s how you do it
you say, no, you are wrong
I am not this person

unless you enjoy playing games with them,
being the object of their misplaced infatuation
stringing them along for years
which, whatever man,
to each his own
but you know,
that’s weak
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Exosphere
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