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Sep 2016
Where is she, in her impeccable timing and charm?

She's gone to roam the Earth,
And all its great civilizations left to conquer.

She'll sing at the throne to become Empress of African empires

And keep me waiting.

It's shameful to think about the stuff I've cried over recently, and the things I saw of her while intoxicated,
Her beautiful face and the words of a woman who'd grown both petty and sad.

It sounds familiar.
It makes me want you more.
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Is 1:30 too early to get ****** up?
I have nothing better to do.

Where have you gone,
And have you lost the plot on your journey from Cumberland River to Puget Sound?

I hear you're the Queen of Seattle.

I hear Eastern Kentucky has a long history of intoxication,
Blessed with unbelievable quantities of prodigies and savants.

Shouldn't it be a sign that they all leave?
Trevor Blevins
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Trevor Blevins  Kentucky
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