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August

by - August 01, 2020


salt air and the rust on your door
i never needed anything more
whispers of are you sure
never have i ever before
but i can see us 
lost in the memory 
august slipped away into a moment in time
cuz it was never mine
and i can see us 
twisted in bedsheets
august sipped away like a bottle of wine
cuz you were never mine

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