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An afternoon almost off putting
Doris Day spoke of Love on the breeze
curling my mind
a cardboard box lay on my silver stoop
in it was paper that spit feelings
fire from a dead man
bearing tears
turbulent heartbreak on beers
broken days of a billowing sun
hearing sad women singing in french
my couch held me as a friend
as i felt of decomposing leaves
curling my mind
a cardboard box lay on my silver stoop
in it was paper that spit feelings
fire from a dead man
bearing tears
turbulent heartbreak on beers
broken days of a billowing sun
hearing sad women singing in french
my couch held me as a friend
as i felt of decomposing leaves
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