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Nov 2017
Kiss me across the table,
and let's roll cigarettes in the wind,
I'll kindly drink your beer
and you'll take me softly in your hands.
And here we are; In this amber lit pub of worn wood and familiar conversation, where you smile uninhibitedly and I laugh too loud while the bare bulbs of insomniacs filter slowly through the air on the elaborate structure of metal chandeliers.
Dirt Witch
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Dirt Witch
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