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wine so sweet at twenty- three has since turned to water that tastes of concrete and I can’t turn back time like I can no longer find a backroad to take home take me home.
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Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
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wine so sweet at twenty- three has since turned to water that tastes of concrete and I can’t turn back time like I can no longer find a backroad to take home take me home.
December 28, 2017
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Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 8:33 PM UTC
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