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Nov 2018
Dear, Olive
I wish you weren’t such a *****
I wonder how your living your days
It’s been over nine years since we last seen eachother
Sometimes I imagine your thinking of me
I still love your platinum blonde hair
Even though your name is Olive
I’m pretty sure it’s not your favorite color
                                -Alan
Call me Oliver
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Call me Oliver  M/Dream
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   Colm
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