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- Like a wearied child's arm speckled with spittle.
- Every cigarette smoke that surrounds you like art.
- It's up to me to make you walk wild.
- Your bubbly laughter is contagious.
- Dreams were cheap when we were young.
- We're shining like them, with the prisoned radianc...
- Three engagement rings & four bottles of vodka.
- Plodding along throughout the dawn.
- Twisting & dancing under circular lights.
- You may now kiss the bride.
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