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Death of a Ladys Man
"i couldn't make a move without making love"
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
summer of love
i've got sunglasses lying around my apartment
red ones and black ones,
yellow and white-
five or six pairs.
and
you would think that i was trying
to hide from the sun or something.
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