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Mar 2016
Fine Wine
Mind deprived of

Its fine design.

Blood that spills like
The reddest wine

Has no time
To be refined.
I love, I live,

I simply dine on
Lies.
Misty Meadows
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Misty Meadows  21/F/Pennsylvania
(21/F/Pennsylvania)   
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