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May 2017
Where is the Man with the Blue face?
Where is the Man, that is thinking of my name?

Where are the Flowers,
that look like our fate?
They grow and grow and grow
only for us.

Where is the Bride, who was left at the alter?
Where is the Man who told you he loved you?

I'm looking for him. He owes me a favor.
Cayce McQuillan
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Cayce McQuillan  20/F/Chicago
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