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Jul 2017
Sometimes you’d softly sing me to sleep
Songs that tend to make women weep
No nursery rhymes for this little boy
Just tales of women robbed of joy

No wonder I'm the same today
Morality tales of heart’s decay
The imprint on my earliest thoughts:

Love isn’t love, unless you feel caught
Draft
Michael
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Michael  32/M/New York City
(32/M/New York City)   
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     Lior Gavra, Rose and -A-
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