Marrys seat a bench
folding in or out
stained lead
up to down
roundabout
trains moving stops
dark tunell
trap?
you say go
I say yes you say no
flipping me looking
you eyes
meet middle ground
friends
the deed buddies
never have I sinned
Latin
or Italian
until now with you
forgetting the order of seats
some come while some go changing yards.
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