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Sep 2015
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I wish that it was easier to say that I knew who you were at some point, but I don't now.
Does that **** me? I'm not sure, but I always find myself dreaming about your eyes and mouth and words spat with fire.
Charlie
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Charlie  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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