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Poem || You Don’t Even Know Her
That fucking thing againEmotionless, selfish,She’s a heartbreaker, andprobably standoffish
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Poem || Finding Love
Bruised by them, she was spent, tired and lost. So she prayed to the Sun: “What does true love really cost?”
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The Life of So 