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Feb 2019
It's 2 a.m.
and like clockwork,
here you are waltzing right in

to my mind as if it's free
as if you've paid rent, as if the

door is only open to you.
well all i can say is, come on in,

would you like a glass of water?
maybe something stronger?
audacious
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audacious  21/F/Rhode Island
(21/F/Rhode Island)   
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