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Aug 2014
Why do you still sit there
Don't you know you don't belong?
Wait, don't get up.
Maybe if you stayed, it wouldn't  be wrong.
Does it make sense,
if I want to finger draw incoherent lines down your spine?
But I don't want to touch you.
Cause I have to stop wanting what isn't mine.
Long To Sail
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Long To Sail
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