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Jan 20
Oooo, he cute.
He knows it.
Very aware of it.
And kindly let you say it.

Look, at his eyes.?
Just the way they shine.
He hears you.
And smiles when you not looking.

He charms you.
Not seeking anything from you.
But if you give it.
Sure, he will accept it.

All he asks.
When you get your heartbroken?
Don't level blame upon him.

He simply was following your schemes.
Letting you embrace his loving charm.

From the moment you spoke upon his looks.
That should have been an alarming warning sign to you.
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jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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   mister truth
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