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Fuck you I'm going to write poetry about your city
Things the rooted said (and fed me mustard and honey)
pity be for those with one thing to say
I smashed it into a million pieces and cut myself on its beauty
This is not about Montague. This is not about Capulet.
the one single thing I regret losing the most
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