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Pull it out
I stood on the bed, staring on the wardrobe my dad once bought from caring Ms. Kelly, who let it down the street with a large sope.
Everything seemed the same.
Thing leaked lame.
Sudden rush words have slapped.
Rotten crush's lord save flapped.
There they were the loves of mine.
Where away her. Moves rough shine.
Eyes nothing like mine.
Lies coughing sight, fine.
Blue made me hue.
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Adna Demiri
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