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Mar 2017
I came into this bar for a drink.
I hope the flowers I gave you smell sweet.
They are white
Pure
Like you.

I hope you begin
To view me

As I view you.

Please want me back.

I only came into this bar for a drink.
But it isn't helping me
Like I thought it would.

*Please want me back.
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V Anne  Massachusetts
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