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Jun 2013
Standing in the middle of the street
Blue heat
Hearing your heart beat
Repeat in my red blood cells
Shells of me and you
Left on a deserted beach
Peach fuzz grows slowly
To the tune of your cedar smell
Sell your stuff and run away
Lay here a little longer
Stronger drinks than I thought
Sought something in you
That isn't there.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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