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"gowin" poems
As I think what it bin , as I smoke upon this gin, Keep on tryoin never win. this game is lame this move is sick, what way no where? Oh- what to pick. Inhale the false fale , so good gowin my luck... with *** give not a **** this road is so bumpy , unstable I'm stuck. on my own finally out of the shelter dearly jesse mckush, <3
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Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
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