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Dec 2012
I will do it when I **** well please

And don't look at me like that
Like I'll never touch you again or grace you with my presence
I just cannot breathe in here

Your lines remind me of slipping
Further and further off the edge
On a post-it to my notebook.
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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   David Crum and st64
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