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Oct 2014
I thought I left you in Croatia.
A peace I won't forget.
Yet you creep up on me.
Too many drinks and so I slip.
Chasing glitter still your dream now.
A ring I didn't know exist.
I should of left you in Croatia.
Now a cigarette gets lit.
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