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May 5
wild, then she yelled
she fell in love
with us both
and a baby before
running away again
wild, i said she needed
and she circled back
with us both
apart
she filled in the pieces
of his private side
pappa
and wild
never loved again

poor wild was already torn
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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