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Oct 2014
By Arcassin B




Im a stoner in disguise,
Imagining how you would be surprised,
She kissed me on the lid of my eyes,
With fire in my vains,
Like flying in the enterprise,
Neverland might have been shut down,
Due to its prime,
Michael wouldn't allow it,
If he was alive,
Legs breaking apart,
Don't look into the light,
Died gullible,
But I was never bright.
Me in death
Arcassin B
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Arcassin B  23/M/Palm Coast , FL
(23/M/Palm Coast , FL)   
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