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Apr 2021
He always had her laughin
Emotions were real
It was two hearts grabbin’ like a couple of thieves reachin’ out of habit feelin’ every justified need to steal.
She was a beaut, so exotic
She was never lettin’ go
I knew she had it, and I wanted to have it
She wouldn’t let me imagine,
so Hell, what do I know?

Whatever she was,
she’s a hero bein’ made
She was finer than wine
Her fire’s never contained
The greatest wonder in mind
Realizing all of her love
I wanna know the good in all whatever she was

It was a love the world couldn’t succeed to come and find to ever defeat
Because he was the hand she was dealt and  became the ace right up her sleeve
A simple promise like his honest momma that he needs to know she’ll never leave.
She had the hope, but she really needed to know all of the good times gonna roll off that small town road
Thievery is the worst of things. Whiskey writes to bury the breeze with ease. It’s a thing called therapy. It’s a careful need.
JD Halpert
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JD Halpert  27/M/Murfreesboro, TN
(27/M/Murfreesboro, TN)   
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