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Jul 2015
Pre constricted all month trying to get out for once in my free while.  I just want to get drunk and text you my truth serum.  If I scowl all morning you understood why I wana choke a fool.  
I know you can't clown off last nite.  
Eye to eye we never left one another.  
I can't believe I did you rite when we split the World Series when I can't even remember no more.  I couldn't **** my doubt when I met you.
Michael Parish
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Michael Parish  Tacoma, washington
(Tacoma, washington)   
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