BLACK HOLES:

I met a dangerous woman,
She came from South of the river,
She said,
“I don’t know who you are, but my friend does”
I told her I wasn’t anyone,
That her friend must be mistaken,
But her friend had her camera out,
Looking for someone to take a picture of us,
Sliding in beside me,
Beaming,
Putting down her drinks,
One in each fist,
The dangerous woman had three

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