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Dec 2012
By the looks of it,
The moon was lacking on
its dim, the window had no
curtains, there was so
much potential, we
touched it with our
tongues, when the cord
unplugged itself
from the wall
Hank Roberts
Written by
Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
(30/M/Portland)   
661
   Kim Jong Il and Sammi
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