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Mar 2016
Every time I look at you
I die inside because of you
You did me wrong
The time is due
That I clean the gutters out with you
Clear my mind
Cleanse my soul
I'll throw you out like I should've years ago
Every time I looked at you
I died inside because of you
Hm. I hate cleaning day
Chalsey Wilder
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Chalsey Wilder  22/Two-Spirit/Space
(22/Two-Spirit/Space)   
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