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Sep 2015
He asked me, once:
"Would you die for me?"

I looked up at him, a smirk forming at my lips.

I slowly ashed my cigarette,
as if I was thinking of a suitable answer,
one that proclaimed my undying affection.

As I caught his eye, I said:
"Well, frankly love, I wouldn't even **** for you."
Wednesday
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Wednesday  Roanoke, Virginia
(Roanoke, Virginia)   
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     Deon, BeYourImperfectness, --- and Mike Essig
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