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Wednesday 6th March 2013 8:41 pm
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I notice you in the pub, you with the raven black hair and pierced face,
you look at me, a dark eagle. I guess rightly that you’re as alternative as me.
We talk, we get on, I see no ring on your finger, are you single, should I have asked? You say you sing, I say I write and I’ll show you my poems, you’ll sing me a song. What kind, I ask, emotional you say, but yo...
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