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Apr 3
how i no you
free speech to love
running nightly errands for love
no more colors, que
didn't leafs grow my ways?

apostrophe after the t'

one more of these years
and how i verily
gimme new york on grind free commentary
i offer bourbon's dead walk home
holla
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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