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Nov 2015
We sang of Sublime,
there was this dude -
and he was a rhymin'.

His name was Wild,
Bill, always went for the ****.
But- not until...

My metallic fragrance
dresses the snare,
as I danced like I didn't care.

Oh, my heart did break at times.
Hell, It was the biggest crime.
I might just wait in line.

And in the end,
I'm loved, confused with friends
My heart I'll send.
Tonight, I was ****** up with some confusion and ****, I enjoyed my night from this old sober man rhyming on the streets of my hometown to jamming out to Sublime. Ex's will mess with your head, honestly, I'm absolutely ******* confused he messed with my head tonight.
Free H Laven
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Free H Laven  21/PA
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