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Sep 2011
'I don't know what love is.'
You say now.
But I heard you,
You said, 'I Love You.'
I knew it wasn't true.

I am left here. Alone
With my imaginary, serious love.
And sitting in the back of the car,
sitting in the back of the car makes me nervous.
Marguerite Christine
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   Odi, Lorelei Adams and Pink Taylor
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