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Apr 2021
It use to hurt,
To gain nothing but flirt.
It was simply lust.
Ego, pride & possession all in a rush.
To see, to feel, to experience something real.
With nervous hands,
I would have given my heart.
Glad you didn't take it,
Real FΓ—Γ—Γ—ing Smart
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
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