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Apr 2016
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there were always wisps of hair tangling in the wind
longing to ride it away, me with it.
you traced maps in my freckles,
pin ***** sprinkled shoulders leading the way
to nowhere.
I squinted at the stars
my glasses are broken
and I wished I could see what they looked like from far away
i don't care anymore
Sub Rosa
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   Jay and spysgrandson
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