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Dec 2016
it is strange that I find you here
w/o a bottle of ***** and orange
juice in backpack
w/o a ukulele in hand with which
I would sing about
drinking alone and my
******* roommates.
with the moon close
to the fretboard
and the electric lit windows
of the residence halls
like constellations
Written by
kneedleknees  North of Carolina
(North of Carolina)   
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