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Cake
Conversation is always adult like and has an encore
But, his eyes can’t stay off me
Trying to figure me out
Conversations, are as if he wants me
But, the thought of having me as an eternal meal
Not sure if he is deserving, or it’s just the thought
Tracing my face
I smile even when death is near
My mind is a marathon and he doesn’t run anymore
He is already near
In the...
Monday 8th January 2018 3:50 pm
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