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Dec 2016
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park it ******!
In an instant it was loud and the pops began to deceive deception in itself and i needed to get away...
but i didn't
The gigs are all long gone and sunsets are no more- Do i go in or just play in the barren water?
Salt in both of our eyes and gliding over her wet hair was that natures thing called wind.
CLStewart
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