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I love the haze that hangs over new york city in the morning.
The taste
of soymilk flitting through my coffee.
I love the strangers in the airport--
the lights the sounds I love
Irish accents
and dark beer,
love
warm blankets, movies, stealing
parking cones
I love love love
I love
love
love
my dog;
hours upon hours in the library stacks.
I love
I love
I love love love just
adore
my guilty pleasures
Sex and the City
sex
and the city.
I don't love bus stops
that 71A, how it makes me wait.
I don't love
I don't love
I hate...
hate.