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What Kind of Man Would I Be — Mint Condition
fifteen
Sunday
falling behind
and it’s only the beginning
to walk alone
is only fitting
dead weight
switching
naysayers
the drama
head splitting
talks of
what you rather
tête-à-tête
fallen leaves
bags to gather
your assumptions are unfounded
unwarranted
unbounded
there’re lives to live
surrounded
unwounded
altruism
confounded
don’t worry,
i don’t.
i won’t.
🗝
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