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My scars are not scarce This lust will be the last I wear a hat whenever the conversation is hot Your heat doesn't hit I just lose my feelings whenever I lose For me, this flaming fight is not a fite I write what is right. Every day, your cold feelings called You want to see me drown in your sea My sore that soar It's in fore that keeps me waiting for © Domar Esmabe
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