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midnight taffeta calves, your mom’s rose-gold diamond pendant resting between ******* too-long hair tamed, fastened at your nape this peculiar impasse between pretending you’re prom-young and you’re midtown-gala-elegant-old you’re a little both, at twenty-one, and a little drunk—fourteen-dollar champagne, picklebacks and the desperate paradoxical preservation of this memory you can hold your cloud-head up beautiful still so you hitch your dress runrunrun behind the Rhodes crouch down in the thorns with every-elegant-one you love twenty-one, desperate, ebullient, **** and **** stand up straight again, glowing, sage check your coat and dance nobody’s the wiser
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Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
The Last Dance
midnight taffeta calves, your mom’s rose-gold diamond pendant resting between ******* too-long hair tamed, fastened at your nape this peculiar impasse between pretending you’re prom-young and you’re midtown-gala-elegant-old you’re a little both, at twenty-one, and a little drunk—fourteen-dollar champagne, picklebacks and the desperate paradoxical preservation of this memory you can hold your cloud-head up beautiful still so you hitch your dress runrunrun behind the Rhodes crouch down in the thorns with every-elegant-one you love twenty-one, desperate, ebullient, **** and **** stand up straight again, glowing, sage check your coat and dance nobody’s the wiser
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cr1090
American
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
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