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3d
Wrong time
You mentioned her after dinner
Wrong place
The warmth of a June day in New York City
A day late
He blushes but it isn't for me to see
A dollar short
And I haven't seen him since
I cant handle the disappointment of his blackberry eyes
So I don't dare look
Anthea
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Anthea  25/F/New York
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