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Nov 2016
My drink was laced with death

What do you expect when you're seen
as a vulnerable prospect?

Through my drowsy heart
pulsed a pang of regret

My tears ran miles when
Panic started to sweat

My drink was laced with death

Of me there was nothing
for him to take

But a drink too early
spun regrets too late.
BeeLo
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BeeLo  Mitchell's Plain
(Mitchell's Plain)   
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     East Wind, NuBlaccSoul, NV, ---, Corvus and 1 other
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