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Apr 2022
Your every single detail
temporarily tattooed
until my fancy wanes.

Right now
you play sweet chords
on my heart strings

You hurt so good right now
I don't know if I'd rather not like you or not.
Matthew
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Matthew  122/Other/My Basement
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