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2018-12-08
Secret treasure
There is a secret treasure
for my fingers to trace
if I jump on the bus
to that station of yours
and wipe away all the traces
and say
ooooh to hell with it anyway!
let's fuck things over and ruin it together!
by sharing ....
every smile of that gold in our eyes
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Hon kallar sig poet
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