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Jun 2014
we think the world will take our shape
and sense our dream
and make it,

rearrange our hearts
around our fear.

but street corners glare
and neon spits
at what we could have been,

stupid girl

you and ******* i.

**** you.

once upon a time.
Written by
kww
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   Md HUDA
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