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Updated: Jan 16, 2019

Bit by bit

I start to remember

all the tings

that made me loose it.

But the benefit

of snapping like a stick

is that you don't

need a permit.

Every black outfit

and long night drive

with the calm

of the hypocrite.

It's not all moonlit

but everything he

said was full of

sweetness and wit.

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