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Jan 2015
I lean but never fall in love,
because broken mirrors are even harder to repair the second time—
the third,
the fourth,
the fifth,
the sixth,
the seventh.
you were never the one, but you were the seven. and that's my lucky number
September
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September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
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   G, mike dm and Jerry
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