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May 2014
Everybody knew it
Blushing is an honest habit
I've never had a best friend like
those girls back in Orlando
cuddling high
giggling up at the stars holding each other
I love your Impressions
of that man on a bus sharpening his knives
While you stretch boldly into his bubble
Just to make him go.
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