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Edited by
littlehorn
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Sat 09/18/10 04:56 PM
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With one umbrella
We walked drinking coffee Sharing one cigarette and a joint within the cool gray morning "Can't find the time" speaking and pressing for the light to change she told me "Its not about the guy, its the competition among the two women competing. When the competition is over gone one girl leaves the other lingers." "you know you remind me of a squirrel searching for a nut" |
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