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Jun 2011
You can't be Mercury and then Pluto,
As if my hearts the sun.
You can't whine like a baby,
and then try and call me ***.
You can't treat me like a worm,
and peck at me with your beak.
You can't say we're forever,
and then tell me not to speak.
Written by
Emily Madeira
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