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In Habit
elbow deep in bargain bins sometimes across your eyes sometimes a light picture all over the world other than tongues or oil and sometimes words but other than thigh and light sometimes other than canvas over pastry and coffee talk comes to this place often talk and I want to be your be your deceptive lovely something other than goal hope or bone or other than the find of the century inhabiting vintage harness clasp there it goes and again my tongue against the back of my teeth love is the most common of material |  |
