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Feb 2014
i may get drunk
and let other boys take my hand
or kiss me till they're gone

and i have heard
too many drunk "you're beautiful"s
to believe it when you say it

but words and hands
and empty kisses
mean nothing

so i'm sorry
if my saturday antics ever hurt you
but know that you are my sunday morning,
and i would trade a million nights
just to get one more morning with you
Clare
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Clare  California
(California)   
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   Earthchild
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