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We sat on the sagging, green plaid couch across from a candle-filled coffee table drinking Absinthe in their light and your arm was around my shoulders where I'm quite sure it belongs & a Renaissance Chorus played from your computer where the dissonance was melting me like sugar on the Absinthe spoon- It was Wednesday and the moon was full and it was my last April in Oregon and my first April in love with someone sillier than I.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
Absinthe.
We sat on the sagging, green plaid couch across from a candle-filled coffee table drinking Absinthe in their light and your arm was around my shoulders where I'm quite sure it belongs & a Renaissance Chorus played from your computer where the dissonance was melting me like sugar on the Absinthe spoon- It was Wednesday and the moon was full and it was my last April in Oregon and my first April in love with someone sillier than I.
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Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
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