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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 I’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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