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Bobby we meet in silence in the city you’ve washed your hair you turn winter into springtime at any time of year at any time of day you have warm skin black eyes glass balls dribble down brown, brown breasts sweat is pierced pink tongued we ooze together then sleep until the next time the cold winter sun has washed away our faith in the world |
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