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Chaundra Oct 2018
Tinder is like an addiction
We’re swiping right
And swiping left
Every morning
Based all on looks
Looking for a man for the night
Or maybe just to be told you’re beautiful
crying
we let her
wipe her
tears
on
my sleeves
now her eclipse
is
drowning me
she sees me
floating
crying
she
was
?



















...
..
.
sleeve

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