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Jan 12
He's viciously attractive
So I religiously ignore his backwards way of seeing things
And fall into his arms day after night
As if the floor itself inclined to the left and I could do nothing but slip closer and closer to his place
Where he'd always be waiting for me
With a warm arm open and a cigar between his lips
Lone Chimney Sweep
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Lone Chimney Sweep  21/F/South Africa
(21/F/South Africa)   
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