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May 2013
i took (one) look at you
and a sip (of) my whisky
and both burned with (these) emotions
raw like the cold (days) of january;
but nonetheless (you'll) always give me pleasure
and i'll always (be) receiving it
like a child of (mine).
j.b.
flower
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