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Mar 2019
It's the story as been told before,
Some times you rise
At times you fall.
Bed time stories by morning birds
Hugs and kisses to a long lost ghost.
Hear the wind
Feel the whispers afloat,
Don't burry your dreams
Don't cremate your souls.
Salsa AK
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Salsa AK  31/M/MD
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