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Mar 2018
The delectable fires between every word
As she cut through me
Was so filled with ecstasy
That I found myself lost
As she was packing her last bag
Forgetting to tell me to go to hell
What she didn’t know was
I found myself there a long time ago
Who would’ve guessed
Lucifer was a girl that I liked
Vinnie Brown
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Vinnie Brown  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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