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Jun 2016
8/15/2015

This girl and I, we'd settled
In the dark corners and grimy alleys
of Princeton (where? People would ask)
Sitting on our ***** yelling at college players
thrown onto the briar patch with the
force of a bird at flight
we'd delay death by persuasion
the cigar cutter had already lopped off
our knees.
Written by
KD Miller  princeton | NYC
(princeton | NYC)   
457
   --- and its gonna make sense
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