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Nov 2021
At one night it was 2 am
On bed of nails she makes me wait

          Shrewdness of your mouth keeps lingering on my mind
          Like an echo guerilla knockin me down back and forth

                         I value you too much, you value me nothing but a
                         welcome carpet
                         That keeps getting stomped, unvalued, but still there
                         to stay

                                     To cleanse your step
avenjoe
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avenjoe  23/M/Indonesia
(23/M/Indonesia)   
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