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Jan 2012
You sat next to me, half asleep,
on a bus ride home,
with your tired eyes closing,
and your rested your head on me,
as you slowly reclined into sleep,
and I inhaled the light wafture
of the smell of your hair,
and that's all I really wanted.
Broderick
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Broderick  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
536
   may and Black Star
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