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What a year. First a divorce. Then financial trouble, of course. Losing my house and losing my car Led to time spent in a local bar. There you were. Masculine bravado. I figured you were gay. Shows what I know. Too pretty to be real, like Olympus was your home Walking up and programming your number in my phone You had a lot of nerve. Your game was impressive still. My heart was yours at that moment, though completely against my will. And so it goes, or so they say, that all good things must end. But 9 years later, I'd sell my hands to be in '04 again.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
A Nod to 2004
What a year. First a divorce. Then financial trouble, of course. Losing my house and losing my car Led to time spent in a local bar. There you were. Masculine bravado. I figured you were gay. Shows what I know. Too pretty to be real, like Olympus was your home Walking up and programming your number in my phone You had a lot of nerve. Your game was impressive still. My heart was yours at that moment, though completely against my will. And so it goes, or so they say, that all good things must end. But 9 years later, I'd sell my hands to be in '04 again.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
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