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stone-cold heart

i mean
some times
i meant to be
real deep

thoughts swimming
bubbling up
to the surface
clean and tidy
no worries
who reads them
obscenes them
packages them up
for consumption
like right?

so who is that bitch
swimming in my head?
i mean
i want to be
that bitch… tonight.

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