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May 2016
A wildflower blossoms wanting to be a rose, it's floricide
Will you stop demeaning yourself?
You quirky little Peach, wake up!

Heavy heart, eyes crazy as ever
going in each direction, different colors, I expect nothing less to fit someone like you

Happy Tab
keeping people on their toes, up all night, flaccid brain,
What a wavy ride your presence provides

Tongue of a parakeet,
Just let her get High

She'll light her cig and care intently.
There's no one like Andrea,
my sweet Serendipity Baby,
Didn't you know Wildflowers grab everyone's attention?
ns
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ns  cincinnati
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