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Dec 2012
Old love sticks to these nights like good habits turned villain.
New love outgrew her cape and sold it to some **** that went to her high school.
YOU DON'T PLAY WITH LAST YEARS TOYS ON THIS YEARS CHRISTMAS!

With my teeth, I would tear this stanza to a molecule just to know how much of a 'dog' I am.
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