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Dia Oct 2017
I told you I was yours to keep
No you're not dreaming, I slid to sleep
You keep on running, losing heat
Please stop running, rest your feet
Dia Sep 2015
I can't feel these fingers anymore
Bipolar mother
Bitter warm
I can't feel my fingers anymore
I feel you

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