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34 Stay That’s what I meant to say —David Bowie Because I can’t spell damp & stupid I won’t. Do know a bit about locomotion: Cupid in a roller coaster masquerading as The Bus & all love’s children buddied up to boot. Express wheels flashing in the bituminous sun. Propped for the next stop, you believed we had fingers in order to hold hands & testified to such all day long. Tearing off inclement tokens he loves me, he loves me not you clutched & clung until I couldn’t tell the difference between hug & hell. Who could remain the night 35 but not spend any of it? As if promised to is the same as. ...

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