Canada Night, Midnight Beatnik.
You blonde, rasta-ish hat, cool mixed couture. Going other way on Canada Line just after midnight, you look in my way, a bow a bit. Eyes may have caught each other, you sat...
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I walked by the phone booth you used to call me on while waiting for the bus you always seemed to miss. The phone has been taken apart and no longer works, much like us now. I truly want to believe , with time and certian repairs that phone will be better than it was before and the next time i walk past i have my arm in yours, as we will also be.
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Yours
Sooooo delisses
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Anonymous
Kisses all over your handsome self!
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