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Jun 2014
Lonely on a summer eve'
I reckon I've but my pet peeve
Friends calling up here and there
Staring into my window flair
Waking up to see me smile
Yet I cannot seem to dial
As I cannot recall the numbers
And my fingers struggle like cucumbers
Hardly bearing the cold of night
To just for once disfavor a sensational flight..
For you, Anna Schmitt
Bianca J Cortez
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Bianca J Cortez  A p[a]lace of dreams
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