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Dec 2020
She acted like her ****** was
made of gold.
And
that my heart was to be
bought and sold.
And
that I would bow to
that wet alter and
sell my soul.
She was
wrong though—it’s not  
for sale;
not for any price;
not even if her
****** were made of
gold.

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Hey everybody, me and some friends put together a band, and we've been making incredible music. Art, music, poetry, is my hot bath on a winter day, it's everything in these f***** up times. Please check out my band, here's the link.  https://www.bandlab.com/thomaswcase.  If you hold your finger on the link for a couple seconds, you will have the opportunity to open and go right to my band lab page. Keep writing everybody, and don't let the ******* get you down.
Thomas W Case
Written by
Thomas W Case  56/M/Clear Lake
(56/M/Clear Lake)   
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