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Mar 2013
I met him in a haze of bad music, cheap drinks,
Christmas lights- drunk Christians-
Empty dance floors, two nose rings,
One slurred introduction,
And one immeasurable feeling of
italic '****, you could be the one.'
Cait Auer
Written by
Cait Auer  Bellingham, WA
(Bellingham, WA)   
703
   R Saba and Andy Cave
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