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Peculiar Way

Never cheats at games, she screams my name, she'll seize the day, I'll feel the pain. She dreams the same as she does everything the most peculiar way. Wouldn't greet the strange, she gets her say, she never pays. I don't feel so great. She leaves, not stays, but, God, she even prays the most peculiar way. Why would she ever change... the most peculiar way?
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kyle-matthew-berry
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Jan 4, 2011
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