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Nov 2014
Chances are good that she's already lost.
A reputation precedes her: strange washed-out drunk,
but those eyes are amazing;
I wrote about them once.
I can't help but want her.
She's still got her charms,
but I've my own problems to deal with
and only so many arms.
By the time I catch them, she'll already be gone.
JDK
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JDK  35/M/Japan
(35/M/Japan)   
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