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Mar 2020
I met her in the air

And we seemed to shine

All the expectation all the smile and hope

Left me hollow and hurtin slow.

Whiskey and women have more in common than they know

Both fire to flame and smooth to slow

One will burn you and the other will steal your soul.

Tired of the pain left in my heart each time they go.

And they go they always go I may never know .. why
Derrick
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Derrick  36/M/California
(36/M/California)   
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   Mark S, --- and ---
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