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Feb 2020
ice forms along the edges of ponds and hearts
thin ice...

holding you in my arms
puzzled you

johnny al said it was always *** with you
just *** and even if I was good at it
(and I was)
I was out of my league
johnny al said that

the cat that plays with the mouse is sad
when the mouse dies
and it doesn t know why it is sad

sometimes love is like that

the door to night swings open
and the night comes down hard
I still love you so
guy scutellaro
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guy scutellaro
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