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Aug 2010
I thought we were moving
your words were soft and soothing

You looked so **** pretty
like the lights of New York City

When the lights go out
I can feel this drought

I thought we were moving
my mood is not improving

I would not feel this shame
if i knew you felt the same

Only if had feelings
As we lay, looking at the ceiling

I thought we were moving
I don't think our feelings are approving
Hank Roberts
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Hank Roberts  30/M/Portland
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