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Boy with long hair
I love looking at you.
I take long, long sights
Every night we meet up.
Open bars and drunkards
Cold feet and dark streets
Pink puke and white slabs
My love is far from me.

-Melanie Munoz
I never asked
for tomorrow
I think
That was you

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