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Mar 2022
I was nervous
You were drinking,
So I bought a bottle
To numb the feeling.
Got off me knees and
Took you to bed,
We both regret it
But we'd lie instead.
The smell of Makers Mark still reminds me of your lips
Johnny Dust
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   Kelly and William J Donovan
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