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Sep 2014
I just had a memory
Of you skipping
Past me
In the streets of Brazil
At one in the morning

I just had a memory
Of you dancing
With me
In the streets of Brazil
At three in the morning

I just had a memory
Of you dipping me
Close to kissing me
In the streets of Brazil
At four in the morning
A tired, lopsided grin...
My legs like jelly...
Staring into your would-be, should-be green eyes...
At one, three, and four.
...       Whatever happened to 2 a.m.?
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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