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I traffic too much in feelings I peddle love to fill my doubts Bags of passion sold to zealots in crowded bars and pubs. And then one night you appeared a smile, a flash of an instant flirt A pull so magnetic and alluring I had to follow, to convert... Twenty five years later, here we are... and I still remember that night in that very crowded bar... ...amp...
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Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 6:24 AM UTC
25 years...
I traffic too much in feelings I peddle love to fill my doubts Bags of passion sold to zealots in crowded bars and pubs. And then one night you appeared a smile, a flash of an instant flirt A pull so magnetic and alluring I had to follow, to convert... Twenty five years later, here we are... and I still remember that night in that very crowded bar... ...amp...
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Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 6:24 AM UTC
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