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Aug 2012
Secret sorrows
and my tears
were hiding beneath
dollar-store sunglasses.

When you went down,
underground.
Or
Somewhere,
anywhere, but here.

Just as long as you made it
to round two.
Just as long as this isn't it.

Whatever helps me sleep at night.
Sacrelicious
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Sacrelicious  31/M/Hell
(31/M/Hell)   
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