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Oct 2022
You could spill all your secrets
on to my bed

Or drown me
in all of the lies
that I keep being fed

Why don’t you laugh at the poetry
and all the words that I’ve said?

Or ask me to get on my knees

Or get the **** out of your head
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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