DEAF + DUMB + DONE
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thirty june
eleven : twenty-eight p.m.
and i walked, again. he was sitting on the step with them, bottle in hand. and the lyrics came back to me :
"i want a lover i don't have to love. i want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk."
i didn't stay there long enough.
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