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Apr 2015
4/23/2015

There's a ***** little trick you oughta know.
he lights a perique blend.
We're both at different stages,
he'd say
But not different enough that we can't **** like rabbits.
alright, alright.

What's the trick?
It's nothing.
What?
Nothing. That's the trick.
Are you kidding?
No. Never.

i changed my mind about that, you know,
I was hoping so. I give him the money
for the cigarettes.
He steps out in the February rain
(Me too)

And comes back with red 100's.
He tosses them on my lap.
Alright. I'll get you going home now.
Written by
KD Miller  princeton | NYC
(princeton | NYC)   
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   bucky
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