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Apr 2018
out of the sorrow
I came to see
there's always tomorrow
and another debauchery

heaven on earth
not for you and I
the devil mounts his perch
Oblivious I get high

same old rut
I wallow and grin
under the grime and ****
we fellowship with sin

it's what I deserve now
for losing my way
I've always knew how
so today is the day
Joe davis
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Joe davis  37/M/gulfport Mississippi
(37/M/gulfport Mississippi)   
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