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Jun 2013
If I were a drink, I would be black coffee
staining your breast pocket and whatever else I see
is fit to corrupt with my sugar free kiss
Now amount of clouded creamer
has ever passed through my lips
just the truth
and love
compassion is not a lie
and I'll wake you up in the morning
but please forgive me if I'm a little bitter
at least, I am told, I have one hell of a *zing
Christine Eglantine
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Christine Eglantine  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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