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Nov 2018
Even though I hate whiskey,
I love how it tastes on your lips,
Every time you saw me,
Your hazel eyes kinda went misty,
And so Iā€™m asking,
Babe,
Do you even miss me?
David Liam Nachlinger
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David Liam Nachlinger  20/M/Passau, Germany
(20/M/Passau, Germany)   
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