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In these closely quarter's called apartments.... There's a porch right next to me Third floor There is a man named Anthony Thirties in age or so, Mine neighbor girl is who he's friends with Yet friends he doth not seeketh.... He doth not liveth here Yet myswell sayeth he doth... The girl next to me Dallas ( her name) Isn't with Anthony ( as I said) just friends.... But I just saw Dallas bring over a guy friend... As Anthony's outside taking a hit of his light drag in hurtful motion.... I canst seeith the pain that holds his face up Like a lantern to a flame.... I seeith his hearts enflamed... Though knowing him and Dallas art ust friend's.. What canst the man do? As I seeith him take a heavied puff Blowing out all of his pains through the tobacco misty.... I seeith he dreaded going back inside As his heart was screaming ( GET OUT, SHES MINE ***** He kept his head hung low As if going to the gallows.....
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
Anthony
In these closely quarter's called apartments.... There's a porch right next to me Third floor There is a man named Anthony Thirties in age or so, Mine neighbor girl is who he's friends with Yet friends he doth not seeketh.... He doth not liveth here Yet myswell sayeth he doth... The girl next to me Dallas ( her name) Isn't with Anthony ( as I said) just friends.... But I just saw Dallas bring over a guy friend... As Anthony's outside taking a hit of his light drag in hurtful motion.... I canst seeith the pain that holds his face up Like a lantern to a flame.... I seeith his hearts enflamed... Though knowing him and Dallas art ust friend's.. What canst the man do? As I seeith him take a heavied puff Blowing out all of his pains through the tobacco misty.... I seeith he dreaded going back inside As his heart was screaming ( GET OUT, SHES MINE ***** He kept his head hung low As if going to the gallows.....
brandon-nagley
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
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