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grant's interlude

I have met someone.

I am not just a box you can tick.

I’m not white bread. I am a mix a haribo.

You wanted peanut better and jelly.

I wanted marmite.

You wanted to see the world

I wanted to hide from it

It could just be me and you

But you did not want that

That’s why I wrote this interlude.

For you.


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