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Feb 2014
To take him at his words
or to walk out of his life
after all, I promise to love honor and obey
he, promised to love, honor and cherish
to watch him lying there on the worn out couch
left hand on the remote, and right hand down his crotch
When, I flash to wedding day rewind
I knew, I had lost my ******* mind.
My God, two-hundred-dollars bottle of wine
Dark n Beautiful
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Dark n Beautiful  New York
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