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Get Lost

Here’s a poem
Dat don’t rhyme
He don’t love me
And it is a crime
But foolish he
Or foolish me
Something there is energy
Too smart for both our goods
Dont get mad bb
It’s understood
Caught some prose
Hahaha you fucking funny boy
With your thigh gap,
Striped uniform
Gettin all the hoes
Tell me again how you don’t know
Like this life ain’t a choice
And isolation isnt
A garden
You don’t grow
Cool cool cool.


Post Originally Published: July 31st, 2017

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