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Nov 2013
You were the rain that soaked through my well-built facade
As you drew me back into the darkness of never knowing
You turned out the lights and tuned out my thoughts
Who am I to say you're wrong?
A box full of papers into the fire
Happy pagan new year darling
Forgive me for trying to forget you.
Angie
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Angie  24/Missouri
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