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I sat on a stoop and smoked my last cigarette and thought of making love with you as the wind played dancing games with the night’s forgotten litter.
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
some night some where
I sat on a stoop and smoked my last cigarette and thought of making love with you as the wind played dancing games with the night’s forgotten litter.
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
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