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Aug 21
You don't want me
But hush now don't say it
I don't know if the words ache
Because I know it's true
Or because you won't admit it
You don't want me
The phrase that beats me black and blue,
Pours out of my eyes like summer rain,
Aches my bones like a cold winter morning,
And I let it
You don't want me entirely, just nearby
Kalliope
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Kalliope  27/F/Home
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