now that he's gone;
you'll be the 'other' girl
never the main
you'll be the next 'wrong number'
the second mistake
you'll be the 'bystander'
and never stand out
you'll only be his 'experience'
the one whose love he'd doubt.
- diana x
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satellites
Poetrya lot of salmon poetry, with some tuna prose - packed in this plastic bag
