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Jun 2015
We could run through
deserted streets
in the watery sun
of a Wednesday morning,
my face full
of last night's
make up
and
your mouth full
of last night's
kisses,
and I would
swear
to all who would listen
that
we had never looked
so ******* cool.
'Babe, you look so cool...'
-Robbers, The 1975
Alex Clarke
Written by
Alex Clarke  Birmingham
(Birmingham)   
335
   keaoss, Chris, r l and Eiliv Advena
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