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Jun 2021
When I watched you through the window
dodge rain to get mail,
I was spiked with the need
to shock you
with words.

But David and Solomon,
our mothers and Coke,
those selfish *******
invented every beautiful thing,
repeated them over,
and left no good word
I could say to you first.
Written by
Ryan Dement  34/I'm right here.
(34/I'm right here.)   
115
   meadowbrook
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