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Aug 2013
End
Is it a sin to know beauty comes in more than one form?
Is it wrong to notice when a gleam is red not blue and gold?
Is it such a challenge to escape the **** lore
Is it too much you just lay down your cards and fold?

Cause it’s not for me,
Everyone knows,
Especially she,
How my heart goes.
Marshall CB Hiatt
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Marshall CB Hiatt  21/M/Salt Lake City
(21/M/Salt Lake City)   
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