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		it’s always somebody’s birthday		in the yellow ones
	HANDS UP CHICAGO!
		I sent you a message without formation. I don’t know what would happen
in bed together
		         [prescience of course]			leaning on my arm
You had discarded your pants, you were naked in front of me once! 		
	proximity		            the bodies		              think about making poor choices
								                                        [but not with nuance]
			       objective presentation	
stink of banker sex			 Are thems the only two poles of experience?
			        [kinda trying to be cute, I guess]


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