femme-fatigue: Well, I try to write you poems,  but the words they don’t make sense. My hand tries to grip the pencil,  but the fingers are too tense.                                                                

femme-fatigue: Well, I try to write you poems,  but the words they don’t make sense. My hand tries to grip the pencil,  but the fingers are too tense.                                                                

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