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He does not remember paying for my love, I have the half ripped down the middle tear smeared receipt in my hand as we speak Copy Right 2020 ©PoeticPat
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
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He does not remember paying for my love, I have the half ripped down the middle tear smeared receipt in my hand as we speak Copy Right 2020 ©PoeticPat
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Nov 29, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC
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