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May 2019
I could walk through fire just to give her a drink, and she would turn her nose up at it.
I could be Odysseus and travel across the most rigorous sea and I wouldn't be enough.
When the dust settles, the mountains have been moved, when the moon brought to her feet.. You are simply not what she is looking for...
kyle Shirley
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kyle Shirley  25/M/Kalamazoo
(25/M/Kalamazoo)   
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