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I was a nice boy at the cinema, all the blonde girls sat next to me running their fingers through my hair looking me in the eyes showing me different ways to drown my happiness I did not know you back then not even a window predicted that you would start to overwhelm me with such bitter affection just a dog which I still call in my mind hoping he would come and wag its tail at my feet that dog was the only one trying to heal me licking my palm the fool thinking, just like me, that the lifeline was a wound
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
Wound
I was a nice boy at the cinema, all the blonde girls sat next to me running their fingers through my hair looking me in the eyes showing me different ways to drown my happiness I did not know you back then not even a window predicted that you would start to overwhelm me with such bitter affection just a dog which I still call in my mind hoping he would come and wag its tail at my feet that dog was the only one trying to heal me licking my palm the fool thinking, just like me, that the lifeline was a wound
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Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 2:50 PM UTC
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