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Sep 2016
I've got a six pack, flexing
at the mirror with these beer muscles
and I'm in a fist fight
with my very life tonight
but reality just keeps
knocking me on my ****** ***.

I parked here first
so where'd these cars come from
surrounding my dented truck
like a ******* funeral
around a hearse.
Justin S Wampler
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Justin S Wampler  30/M
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