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Expectations were soaring The invitation addressed: Me and a Guest. Expectations were tense. The last suitcase labelled. I shaved in my mirror. Gave the shoes a black shine. (Pulled back the flap, Laid a grip on a bottle, Gave it full throttle) Expectations were high. I saw the mailman Wasn't far from my drive; Still facing the northwind The mailman Walked by. Expectations can lie.
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
In the Moment
Expectations were soaring The invitation addressed: Me and a Guest. Expectations were tense. The last suitcase labelled. I shaved in my mirror. Gave the shoes a black shine. (Pulled back the flap, Laid a grip on a bottle, Gave it full throttle) Expectations were high. I saw the mailman Wasn't far from my drive; Still facing the northwind The mailman Walked by. Expectations can lie.
francie-lynch
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
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