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Dec 2013
you left me dangling like a puppet
on its last string
you lefts me cold
without your embrace
I may freeze
and now your standing contemplating
on everything.
why...
Keelyn Mac
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Keelyn Mac  27/M/California Long Beach
(27/M/California Long Beach)   
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