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Sometimes, My brain doesn’t understand how to get from Point A to Point B Without hitting Z, F, G, P A symbiotic drum Beating to our heartbeats Sometimes, My mind doesn’t know How to count from one to ten Without bringing twelve and ninety To bubble up in between It is a potion gone wrong in all honesty I don’t go from being friends to acquaintances Its all or nothing Love and hate Lust and disgust There is no middle ground Sometimes, Thats the problem.
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Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 5:24 PM UTC
The Inbetweeners
Sometimes, My brain doesn’t understand how to get from Point A to Point B Without hitting Z, F, G, P A symbiotic drum Beating to our heartbeats Sometimes, My mind doesn’t know How to count from one to ten Without bringing twelve and ninety To bubble up in between It is a potion gone wrong in all honesty I don’t go from being friends to acquaintances Its all or nothing Love and hate Lust and disgust There is no middle ground Sometimes, Thats the problem.
tsunami
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22/Androgynous/Canada
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 5:24 PM UTC
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