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Aug 2016
Dry
Don't buy my drinks,
and don't sing to me
because I'm tired and I
want to go to sleep.

The ***** sets me free
but it's not who I want to be
so just don't buy me drinks
and don't sing to me.

It's so dry in these dreams
but it's nice being thirsty
on this vast open sea
without a drop to drink.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
(30/M)   
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