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May 2014
I am lost....
I see you, you see
staring....
That look, your'r so
endearing ...
Not really, you are
scaring...
The kids, who are
staring...
At you, nostrils
flaring...
Eyes blood shoot, you're
glaring...
I am not ignoring; just temporarily lost hearing and replaced it with "Currently busy,with; not caring; "
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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     Madhura, --- and ---
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