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This was a wet black mac day that good Carriage came slam to my feet that day. Wall-to-wall back flat we sat across
On my lap my friend wrapped
her limp legs and looked back at…
Eyes on the other hand, my mouth and hers in sync Everyone else was buried three deep listening
Bat to bat we rattle chat rattle chat
Lips clatter and her head turns back to back to back And they laugh like we’re an act.