061112 Date

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The sweetness of the dance
under a full moon,
champagne kisses,
ah, we were both drunk on you that night.
We married, I won:
bread, you, everything;
mine, I thought,
till I stumbled on you here,
together, and not
for the first time it seems.
I still love you,
always will,
but of course

this is a gun in my hand


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