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Jun 2013
Babe,
You can pretend all you want,
But you’re still haunted by my heart.
In intoxication, that word slipped out of your mouth,
And you tried to stop it at the very last second,
But you were too late.
And as I sat there, flooded with THC,
All I could wonder is why that moment
Kept repeating over and over in my mind.
“Sure, babe.”
MS Lynch
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MS Lynch  Long Island
(Long Island)   
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