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fly like a mullet
jumping for saltwater joy
pulsating oceans
feeling like a dog
hanging his puppy head
outside the car window
knows how to have fun
no better feeling in the world
blowing here now
she told her boyfriend
because of her fortune cookie
she had to leave
he kissed her forehead
told her he understood
she had to start over
i don’t understand
Soprano psychiatrist
what a fruitcake
literally
i get stupid fortune cookies
almost every day
i guess that’s tv
cause of no one’s
ability for happiness
marriage made
in confederacy
she lives in NY he lives here
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rizzoli and isles