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Dec 2016
there was a time
alcohol ran through
her veins faster
than she could ever
run into his arms.
either way they always met
right in the middle, ready to love
each other where they were
always meant to be.
Written by
Marina Drab  Reno, NV
(Reno, NV)   
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