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Mar 17
You saw his clothes and they were impassive.
You saw his expensive wheels and was over the hill.
And then there was me and I wasn't a big deal.

You told me everything I need to know.
That finding love simply wasn't your goal.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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