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It's two a.m. - the bars just closed. I sit, wrapped in a black hoodie and wonder if the black ice caught you by surprise this time as his hand explored your skirt prepping his night cap. Did you find another brown haired, green eyed mother ****** who reminds you of our faded picture stashed in your sock drawer? I hope not. Happy birthday.
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
Happy Birthday (revision) (language)
It's two a.m. - the bars just closed. I sit, wrapped in a black hoodie and wonder if the black ice caught you by surprise this time as his hand explored your skirt prepping his night cap. Did you find another brown haired, green eyed mother ****** who reminds you of our faded picture stashed in your sock drawer? I hope not. Happy birthday.
What do you think? I enjoy all comments and criticisms.
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
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