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From Pembe

i do think of you sometimes.
there, accross so much water.
it's strange to think that you loved me
my pink face.
i didn't love you
the eyes you wanted me to read the answers from.
is this okay?
i'm sorry
your guitar pick sits sadly that you left me
i don't miss you.

i don't think of you
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