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robert slept in the back enveloped in fresh cigarette with his green sweater hung over his face and in the front where we smelled like lotion and pumpkin hand sanitizer we tried the lullabies that were soaked in old lovers and you invited me over for dinner, it's so easy to say that God has sent me no one so even if you do move back to New York, I will be able to say that yes, I made a friend all on my own and found that it is so easy to laugh, that I can be easy to love.
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Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
45 Minutes to Hancock.
robert slept in the back enveloped in fresh cigarette with his green sweater hung over his face and in the front where we smelled like lotion and pumpkin hand sanitizer we tried the lullabies that were soaked in old lovers and you invited me over for dinner, it's so easy to say that God has sent me no one so even if you do move back to New York, I will be able to say that yes, I made a friend all on my own and found that it is so easy to laugh, that I can be easy to love.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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