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I saw a man who was buying time with the last of his pennies in a threadbare coat. He whispered to me on the train that we caught that a love that will waste, is one caught in one's throat. sahn 11/9/14
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
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I saw a man who was buying time with the last of his pennies in a threadbare coat. He whispered to me on the train that we caught that a love that will waste, is one caught in one's throat. sahn 11/9/14
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Nov 10, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
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