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7.5.21
She goes on about
not being heard.
And how we're similar.
I have to gasp.
We're sharing too much, unmasking too fast.
She somehow knew I'd say:
"Don't touch my shit, but I'd smoke your hit
when you're gone away."
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7.5.21
She goes on about
not being heard.
And how we're similar.
I have to gasp.
We're sharing too much, unmasking too fast.
She somehow knew I'd say:
"Don't touch my shit, but I'd smoke your hit
when you're gone away."