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Aug 2017
looked into your eyes//
and saw the lie that disguised your lows with the highs//
tried to work it out, but just didn't feel it like soggy fries//

(the boy that tries, buys his way out the prize)

none of my beliefs give rise to an unknown man in your sky//

there's more out there that defies all that we cease to know according to the wise that asked "why?" when his hope had dried//

(between her thighs I gormandize)

indulge until my tongue needs to be sanitized//
no ***** talk, I don't mean to patronize//

looks into hand
(how do I begin to identify?)
David Bojay
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David Bojay  Dallas
(Dallas)   
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