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May 2014
I could've gotten there first.
Guess im too slow to be
or too distant to be free,
or too much staid to see.

Bitter-sweet rose as ending
oh how can that be divine,
when all is about cryin'
is that not for our crime?
for my paradise
sassy
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sassy  in_between
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