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Lovers (Reversed)
I dress like the boys I see on ur Twitter feed- hoping to catch another glimpse of your common scent. I feel as if I'm drifting away from apart of myself-- trying to navigate my way back to where I had lost my keys under your nightstand. I try to find the Moon, but I catch nothing more than its sound, going house by house, wheeping your name, unlike a willow who does so so quietly- I have no patience for men like u so I let Spirit deal with it.
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