i was musicbut you had your ears cut off — Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey
i was musicbut you had your ears cut off — Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey
i was musicbut you had your ears cut off — Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey
i was musicbut you had your ears cut off — Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey
i was musicbut you had your ears cut off — Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey
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i was musicbut you had your ears cut off

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey
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