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It hides in a forest of keys,   typing words that sink into my soil.   I'd feed it mushrooms, If it only showed its face.   Hidden warts and claws, behind white light  
Girl : Why can't I have this job? Boss : I don't like your hair, I said, it is too red.   Girl : Is that a problem? Boss : It is not normal, you should come more formal.  
To the vengeful ex
They are left with hatrid and jelousy, ima keep doing what im doing and handle it with delicacy.
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