Sunday, November 15, 2009
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she floats home alone and see girls girls girls, leaning on telegraph posts to hold themselves up. in the city where blood ran with liquor and where you could dance til the afternoon after she was all alone with not even the message receivers and responders as her friends. lonely and cold. unkissed. she went to be and tried to dream. again
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