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Apr 2016
Admittedly there's real allure in the way the past doesn't die.

I'm sensing you feel this as well.

I love the way you're playing pious,
Playing dumb,
Playing into my hand,
Making me frustrated.

It's not that important and you know better than to think I'm a perfectionist,

But I like to have you in my column and address book.

It's all for fun, after all.
Trevor Blevins
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Trevor Blevins  Kentucky
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