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Couldn't stop the affairs
Couldn't stop being...
Someone else's man
My son
He looks like his mother
Suitcase packed
No eye contact
I'm so late for my weekend
As expected
I'm so fake with my greeting
As expected
Still
They give me grace
The deepest of acceptance
My son
He looks like his mother
Painting a rosy face
Another poem to read: Hustle Culture
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