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He lives like he has something to prove Walks like he’s trying to stay in front of him self. Speaks so stern wishes he’d once been heard Trying to heal Learn burns Bridges in the process I still write about The Taste he’s left on my tounge The smell, lavender seed, eucalyptus plant Recollections, pleasurably discomforted He acts on survival this, What he’s done To survive I would not wish on him Or an enemy, even my worst.
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC
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He lives like he has something to prove Walks like he’s trying to stay in front of him self. Speaks so stern wishes he’d once been heard Trying to heal Learn burns Bridges in the process I still write about The Taste he’s left on my tounge The smell, lavender seed, eucalyptus plant Recollections, pleasurably discomforted He acts on survival this, What he’s done To survive I would not wish on him Or an enemy, even my worst.
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC
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