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Rain falls like pain bawled my eyes out yesterday called, the girl I love the girl who left said, I’m not done yet drawn like a moth to a flame she, laughed, that rock-candy laugh tiny fragment laugh crystals shattered in my hands and, no vacuum can suck you out of my skin you, stick to me like the predicament I am in like, a sinner to a sin you, draw me in you draw me in.
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