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May 2014
I don’t care what you have to say.
It is not like your gonna stay.
I just met you.
Even if, what you say is true.
So what I’m pretty?
You are the one I pity.
I am so sick of this phrase.
I feel like I am in a ******* maze.
This will not get you anywhere.
Just so you are aware.
When I am angry with reason, I don’t want to listen to this.
What am I supposed to do? Feel like I am in Bliss?
No actually I am on the contrary.
This just makes me feel so wary.
There is more to me than a pretty face.
Just relax and take some pace.
Lets just chill and be cool.
I don’t want to feel like I am talking to a fool.
I am no longer swept off my feet.
Your interesting so let’s talk, take a seat!
Squirrely Girl
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Squirrely Girl  Rio de Janeiro
(Rio de Janeiro)   
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   --- and Amitav Radiance
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