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Feb 2014
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I watched her smoke her cigarettes,
Outside her bedroom window;
All day long.
Morning, noon and night.
Her records spinning,
Projected the sound of,
The Smiths, The Doors, The Beatles.
She never left that room,
Until one day.
That last day.
I never saw her since.
mia
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