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Apr 23
When I walk with Mary, **** doesn't seem as bad
She doesn't judge me harshly, in fact she makes me laugh
And yeah, she's a little harsh around the edges,
not everyone's particular "Cup of tea"
But none of that **** matters when it's just Mary and Me.
This is a poem about drugs <3
Mel Little
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Mel Little  30/F/Ohio
(30/F/Ohio)   
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