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ablogtopassthetime: I wake alone, in a woman’s room I hardly know. I wake alone- and...
I wake alone, in a woman’s room I hardly know.
I wake alone- and pretend that I am finally home.
The room is littered with her books and notebooks.
I imagine what they say, like, ‘Shoo fly, don’t bother me,’
And I can hardly get myself out of her bed.
for fear of never lying in this bed……you’re the fucking poet lucy…YOU
bro did not write this
these are lyrics
bro dawg no man i am not that good
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whatsabouttheficus reblogged this from ghostette and added:
lucy…YOU bro did not...these are lyrics bro dawg no man i am not that good
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ghostette reblogged this from whatsabouttheficus and added:
…you’re the fucking poet lucy…YOU…even if...didnt write this lol
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