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Jan 2018
Strands of her hair found at the bottom of my mug.
As if the last thing I were to do would be to taste her.

If I were ever to feel the way I do now,  again.
I would never see your face.
I blame all of this on you.
Hope you remember her face
Hope you remember her strands
He's a cheater
Kamblamian
Written by
Kamblamian  Mesa, Arizona
(Mesa, Arizona)   
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   Renan Racy and hamid khan
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