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May 2015
Don't make me miss you.
I am sorry I am a ******* idiot.
Famous last words.
After the fight,
You know what gets me
And provide me a line to catch
When you just need to be released.

A slippery fish flapping through my fingers,
I let go.
After all there are plenty of fish in the sea,
And seldom do prey miss their predator.
Elisa Holly
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Elisa Holly  DALLAS
(DALLAS)   
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     ---, Josh Bass and Cecil Miller
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