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Jan 2012
Alcohol
Take me
I need not worry or fret
Your hands are always safe and warm
I have been ravaged and broken before
"But suddenly I turned around and saw her standing there with silver bracelets on her wrist and flowers in her hair. Come in she said ill give yah shelter from the storm"
JL
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JL  United States
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