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Aug 2015
Baby, super glue your best dancing shoes
on those pretty little painted toes,
because you and I both know
we don't stop until we drop.

So let the lights go to your head
and forget about what I said,
the night's just long enough
to learn how to hold my breath.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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   cyanide skies, --- and ryn
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