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Nov 2024
I code my message to fit his rhyme
'cause I savor the moment in which he twists his mind
his heart in my hands
devoured into time
I prosper in the sands of the hourglass
I'm feeling a little conceited today :).
Written by
brooklynn  F
(F)   
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