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Jul 2013
In my imagination
I look at your mouth as I sit, glaring darkly
at you over my peach-flavored-***** drink

you sound like one of those screaming goat videos
and I
would li
ke
to kiss your little mouth.
glass can
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glass can  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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