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Dec 2014
Deep as the motives of an empire,
his chest rises and falls
as quickly as kings through centuries.

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You may be marooned in my bed,
     but of all the boys that have been lost
in the blueish depths left on my neck,
     I'm glad you lingered there
glass can
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glass can  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
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   Neath
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