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love is like going to the convenience store spoilt for choice love expires with one too many dates like a bag of rotten artichokes we choke on cringey first-liners And fill our heads with expected desires Of one hit wonders and lifetime memberships To a loyalty card that doesn’t exist 29/08/08
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
Convenient store love
love is like going to the convenience store spoilt for choice love expires with one too many dates like a bag of rotten artichokes we choke on cringey first-liners And fill our heads with expected desires Of one hit wonders and lifetime memberships To a loyalty card that doesn’t exist 29/08/08
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
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