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Aug 2016
We fell into bed on an instance
No need for introductions
We left all of those behind
In the bar of inconveniences

As we fumbled in the words
"My place or yours ."
She reached into a pocket
Lined in purple satin promises
And handed me her keys
South-by-Southwest
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South-by-Southwest  74/M/Birmingham , Alabama
(74/M/Birmingham , Alabama)   
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