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Dec 2015
Do I make you wince?
Was I a lost fawns salt lick?
Was I a never was, your life's whiskey limp?
I guess I never took your hint
I guess you thought I could take the hit
Since that's been that conversations been zip
I can't say I was always innocent
But let's hope its a two way lapse of conscience
Work In Progress
Garrett
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Garrett  29/M/Canada
(29/M/Canada)   
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     Venus and September
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