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Ignorance
I am that pain you hide that fact that resides in the river of your thoughts
That sly feeling you get when you throw on that coat ready look in the mirror and smirk
The same embodiment when you look at that girl and she lifts up that skirt
Or when you see that one guy who has been eyeing you ordering that same drink slipping his desire into it when you turn your head
Have you forgotte...
Wednesday 20th November 2019 2:21 am
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