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Dec 2014
You left your stink in my nose and your sweat in the palm of my hand,
And I know that doesn’t sound half as sweet as I’d like.
But that’s the point,
That’s the beauty of it.
Even unpolished,
       Unrefined,
  Unwashed,
I think you understand.
Alex Higgins
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