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Oct 2013
I take my coffee dark and strong, just as I take my men
So as I stood at the counter stirring my dark, hot coffee,
I watched as you sat at the table growing paler and weaker in my eyes
As you struggled to figure out when I would figure out
What you were hiding
As if I didn't already know
revision tips much needed please!
Emma A
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Emma A  F/New Orleans, LA
(F/New Orleans, LA)   
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