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Jan 2015
You swooped down
Hula hooped
And dropped for the kiss
Lit cigarette in hand
Laying down in the backseat
Feeling the cold air once more
Planes in the distance
We leave Tuesday
We could be there for each other
I would still sell my shoes
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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   amelia and nicole smith
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