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Aug 2017
She fell all over
My guilty concious,
My empty shell.
She tripped,
Into loves caucus
And She's voting well.
If i didn't admire her,
I wouldnt have fought like hell.
But here we are now,
And it's
Real real swell
Fire back
Simon B
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Simon B  24/M
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