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Jun 2014
He had a fan in the window
and my figure standin on his bed
in a not much of a room
he had a certain obligation to keep the music playin
in the back ground
with my back down
on his bed in a not much of a room
I think he might have liked my puerile, sometimes-nervous company
when he was laughing by my side next to me  
there a part of ourselves got exhumed
in the not much of a room.
McKinley
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