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he comes to me at three in the morning, my hair a mess, my feet in slippers, my attire dingy, but my eyes sparkling. drunk and tired, hiding behind a tree so my father won't see; he holds me; light drizzle and cigarette smoke, hazy eyes and alcohol breath; trying to make the best of it. he's no romeo, and i'm no juliet; but my parents are Capulets and he's the dangerous boy involved with their princess. sitting beneath a tree at three in the morning, no place i'd rather be; he's no romeo, but he's all i need. All Rights Reserved (NJ2015)
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
romeo
he comes to me at three in the morning, my hair a mess, my feet in slippers, my attire dingy, but my eyes sparkling. drunk and tired, hiding behind a tree so my father won't see; he holds me; light drizzle and cigarette smoke, hazy eyes and alcohol breath; trying to make the best of it. he's no romeo, and i'm no juliet; but my parents are Capulets and he's the dangerous boy involved with their princess. sitting beneath a tree at three in the morning, no place i'd rather be; he's no romeo, but he's all i need. All Rights Reserved (NJ2015)
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
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