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Mar 2015
I think of you sometimes.
Like when that one song starts to play,
or when breaking bad is on.
When the heater stops running,
and the house is completely silent.
When my room is too hot,
and when the fan starts up.
When I look at my hands,
when I feel small.
I think of you sometimes.
pay filippazzo
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pay filippazzo  Staten Island
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