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Jun 2015
All the pills you said made you my friend...
Are memories and scars in the parts noone sees...
You value yourself like a billionare values a dollar....
I see you like a homeless person sees a sandwich...
Worth more than anyone knows or can understand....
Its not the kind of love that makes any sense.....
We are not what each other plan or brag or wish...
But like air food and water the things deadman wish....
My friend my homie a guy who never gets the word love enough
David Adam Johnson
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David Adam Johnson  Canada
(Canada)   
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