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Vic Nov 2020
Our worlds wouldn't work together
They would collide and collapse
I'm too desperate to make it work
I've been here before, in this relapse
I might be desperate, too desperate
You're all I want to know
I need you to love me back
Wherever you are, is where I'll go
A poem every day
13/7/20

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