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Oct 2018
You can sell me your lies
I’ll bite,
I will let you take me down your path of
Yellow daisy flowers and red bright roses
Even though I find out-
too little too late,
They’ve all been painted
to deceitfully entice and trap me behind
The facade you call love.
East Wind
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East Wind  F
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     Joey, Martin Dove, Eric W, --- and BLANK
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