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do you have any dreams you'd like to sell

Mick

happy as can be

your curly haired friend asks,"What was it like to touch her?"

"Who?" you say

"You know,"he says. "My gypsy."

your face turns as red as Jupiter

forgotten sins, forgotten love

of all the blue lace in the world

you cannot answer

then you mumble,"Ask her."