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Jun 2016
He lit his cigarettes on his heart he was filled with so much passion.
She stumbled over flat surfaces she was so used to falling in love.
He had sore shoulders from holding his act for so long.
She had sore feet from running into all the wrong people.
He removed his mask when they met.
She built a wall.

*djm
Daniel McDougall
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Daniel McDougall  Australia
(Australia)   
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