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Dec 2014
He was like coffee
smelled good                    
but burned my mouth
He loves to keep me awake at night
talking about nonsense like love
and self love
but it doesn't matter
because I can't sleep anyway
I wonder if he loves himself
laying there in bed alone
probably playing with his phone
waiting for someone to love him
Sorry I've been rusty lately
Brenda Cabral
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Brenda Cabral  Suburbs of Chicago
(Suburbs of Chicago)   
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