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Apr 26
your hands ran through my buzzed hair
then reached into my cheap shirt
caressing muscles honed in jail

like a kitten, i could have purred

i loved the girl who gave pain
exchanged for love that's now hate

you were selfish and so toxic
you broke my heart and let it rot
Written by
Magnus Greer  26/M/USA
(26/M/USA)   
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   Weeping willow
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