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Sep 2018
Don't feel alone Ms. Heaven On Earth
No glow but the dirt
But the mix is a passion for me
Like mixing you with whiskey
Drunk and screaming "Do you miss me?"
Feeling myself come to life
Dancing in the parking lot undeneath a black cloudy sky
You would cry your tears trying to hold on to your 'that was then and this is now'
It will always find it's way back somehow
I can't fix it, but I'll try to make it right
Maybe my love could help you tonight
Even though it could never be enough
For an angel like you
Broken and abused
Like myself in my youth


But I need you, sweet woman
Do you exist?
Or do I just miss someone else
And who they used to be
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
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