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Nov 2014
the howling winds snap whips in my face
and i wish i'd taken the train back to yours
its cold
its cold
its cold
all of his rain-checks and missed calls are getting old
i cant use nails to pick the locks on broken doors
its getting old
jamie nichole rogers
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jamie nichole rogers  Toronto
(Toronto)   
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