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Sep 2013
On the balcony
of musty Mustang
she sang, while
I smoked,
then grabbed my pack
and refused to let go.
Stole my ID
no more cigarettes for me.
Maybe that's just
the kind of girl that
I need.
Daniel Magner 2013
Daniel Magner
Written by
Daniel Magner
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