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Jan 7
Well, I think you could my red wine.
My sweet decadence.
Or maybe you could be my sunshine,
My moonlight.
You could be my celestial dream.
In my heard is such precedence,
Such a hope sublime.
I hope that you could be my red wine.
In time,
My sweet decadence.
You could be my red wine
Anthony Mayfield
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Anthony Mayfield  24/M/Castro Valley, CA
(24/M/Castro Valley, CA)   
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