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Mar 2019
Always been told
You'd lose that head if it weren't attached
It's true
I lose keys cars Identification
Wonder thoughtfulness and imagination
I lose friends time and my patience
As well as the desire to form relations
Weary
Vision blurry
In a hurry to go nowhere
You'd lose that head if it weren't attached
Lost that plenty of times also
So don't hit me with that old expression.
IcarusHatesSun
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IcarusHatesSun  27/M/Phoenix Arizona
(27/M/Phoenix Arizona)   
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