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Post by ggabxxi on Apr 8, 2023 12:09:59 GMT
I remember when we wrote a book
Our romance was sheer
When you ripped all the pages you took
You said circumstances were mere
Well, mere as they were, now I'm in a couch
endless eye cascades, an ironic drought
The romanticist
and the masterpiece
the romanticist
will never have peace
the romanticist
and his masterpiece
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