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Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am.

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Michael Cunningham
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: November 6
Novelist
Poet
Screenwriter
University Teacher
Writer
Cincinnati
Ohio
Rain
Streets
Wind
Wonder
Night
Take
Love
Wondering
Doomed

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