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Oct 2015
Love we,
to my mouth and I.
Love comes;
                                    all shall grow
                                   glass — look

mouth and dye.
                                     I to and
wine at mouth and the eye;
that’s look at the old — the mouth, I
wine comes in all we and lift at.
Sam Stone Grenier
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Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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