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Aug 2014
like a black top grinding into my head
in a swift, soft way that hurt me all the same
then my chest, how it pinched with lovepine
if I'm making sense or not
I don't care
I just know this pattern evolves
and checks me into this hell
where I dwell
on the unrefined me

-cj
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