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Mar 2014
I wanna know
So before you go
As the lights fade
Before the love we've made
Would you spare
Me the scare?

And now the clouds are high
You tell me that you know why
I've never gotten around to come around
Why my vice has always been the sound
Of your lips parting
John
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John  28/M/New York
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   Victoria
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