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Sep 2022
I am so disoriented and malnourished from you torturing me in this cell
I almost thought I’d see you behind my locked front door,
Sitting and waiting for me on the couch
When you don’t have a key and nobody’s been home all day
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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