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- stillerwaters
- Aug 24, 2018
- 1 min read
don't get it twisted.
our cuffs lay adjacent, not interlinked
our breaths may match up
but we exhale independently
preparation is engraved on all of my accessories
this was no different
the shield was up,
and readily it stood.
the sting was there
I'll be the first to admit it
but I am not owed a thing
don't get it twisted
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