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Aug 27
She's seeing red, I'm singing the blues
She's crashed out in bed, I'm lacing up them shoes
She's already wed, I'm still singing them blues

She's better when she's mad. I'm better off alone
She wonders why I'm sad, I wonder if she'll atone
She thinks *** is all to be had, I'm still better off alone

but what the hell, gloominess postponed
Joshua Notah
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Joshua Notah  35/M/New Mexico
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