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Jun 2014
Be there at nine
on the corner by the old post office
wear something red
I'll be somewhere, that's what he said
He pays to watch
He loves to watch

Walk for me and make it ****
That's what he said
She wore a red dress
By the post office
At nine

He watched from the balcony
of the apartment complex
She was wearing red
Eye catching
The eye, admiration

She walked the avenue, red dress
Eyes watching
He paced the suspended floor
Eyes watching, always watching
Find the bag by the burnt bush
Take the cash and leave
Reece
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Reece
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