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Jan 2014
I know I know that guy,
I just know I do.
I've been seeing him for years.
He's got dark brown curls.
He's got bluish green eyes.
His face is familiar. I'm sure I know it.
I can't place it but I've seen it before.

I can look at that ******* for hours...
Just waiting for him to blink.
DH Matthews
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DH Matthews  Philadelphia
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