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May 2018
" Think what you want, but want what you think. Your mind is the bartender and he's mixing your drink. Maybe a cocktail, Shaken not stirred? Its a drink called 20 years, you throw down with a blurr.. How about something stronger that hits with a punch? It will twist your mind and bring up your lunch. I usually order Love, which ls always a splendid treat. It makes me smile and I think all the while of how it tastes so sweet.Though many a nights I stroll  to my bar and ask for a cup of fear. I pull up a stool and hold out my glass, but only see a mirror. "
Limbotheclown
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Limbotheclown  40/M/Canada
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