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Sep 2013
Sitting in some bar and diving into drinks. I stare at some young handsome blond. I wonder how it feel lying beside him. After ten. I'm home. Take a sleeping pill. Getting pancakes after the long sleep. I spot him working at some coffee shop. I order a coffee from him. I imagine him in my bed. Blowing him. I don't even drink coffee.
Written by
Grant Baldwin  New York City
(New York City)   
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   Erica Winter
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