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Apr 2016
I dug a hole
to fill it in
and dig again
I dig my holes
Deep and wide
To fit your promises
Inside
The ones that died
You told me
In room 216
Comfort Inn
I was your trick
you were my sin
We lied to each other
Things I can't say
As my debit card was abused
by the ATM across
the way
vinny
Written by
vinny  Seattle WA
(Seattle WA)   
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