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Can you become we, without us being me? I'm not just your she. Oh don't you see? You love in extreme. Whereas I live between. I churn the sea with this one fragile plea. Take mercy on me I must set myself free. Before I bleed harmony Until we're stained misery. I will not cease to be, begging you to be we.
-June
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