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i smiled alot yesterday

two dogs stuck together post fuck,

a silent walk at the end of the night.

A cold beer, a shed tear, sometimes I rhyme.

my moms here and you wont event know.

50cc, 200ct, 650x.

Bread crumbs on my stoop, who said anything about love?

de ja vu except its not you-

i read a book about the color blue.

it’s darker now, about 15 minutes, any second

and i will return inside.

sweet rice cakes are waiting

and peace will follow.

i think.

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