I felt like a fascist
until I ate my sandwich.
She told me she didn’t love me
anymore then it was 4 a.m.
I went surfing on a week day.
She could be the New Kanye.
Or Bowie
in Playboy or tired.
I loved her after my sandwich
too and all this surfing!
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ashley dunn 
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