i write at exactly six fifty-one p.m., for that was exactly when you left me.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetryshe's got a h e a v y heart, a m e s s y soul, a r e c k l e s s mind, but i think it's b e a u t i f u l the way she carries herself.
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i write at exactly six fifty-one p.m., for that was exactly when you left me.
