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Drunk NYC, 7 Ave, 1 Jan. Barkeep: “You and her, get the hell out!” ~ x ~ So drunk you say, as we lean in together in the door way, to escape this lousy wind. So the police pass and you *** on the floor and laugh while I eat your food. And so we leave holding hands and like lovers we kiss, (while the bus waits). We ride the streets to your home. And I remove your clothes Rub your feet, kiss your cheek. And the promise Never came. Was never asked for (Too old to ***** Besides a loving hold in your arms makes a soul a better place.
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
7 Avenue.
Drunk NYC, 7 Ave, 1 Jan. Barkeep: “You and her, get the hell out!” ~ x ~ So drunk you say, as we lean in together in the door way, to escape this lousy wind. So the police pass and you *** on the floor and laugh while I eat your food. And so we leave holding hands and like lovers we kiss, (while the bus waits). We ride the streets to your home. And I remove your clothes Rub your feet, kiss your cheek. And the promise Never came. Was never asked for (Too old to ***** Besides a loving hold in your arms makes a soul a better place.
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
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