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Nov 2016
We were on the curb and
    Our toes were numb
You talked about impossibility and I was too loud
            (It was dark and the neighbors could hear)
Your lips looked softer in headlights
     And artificial electricity
I tried not to stare because if I looked too closely
I could see you
You took the eyes on your fingertips
       And saw up my sweater
And my palms inhaled your cologne
             (The gravity of familiarity)
I felt like a silhouette on the concrete
My head was underwater and your body was a few
      Inches about the surface
I could almost feel you
We left our shadows behind a parked car
    And you left an imprint in my mouth
I can still taste you under my tongue if I think about it
Move off that street
            I think they knew and it screams of metal
Dirt Witch
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Dirt Witch
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