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Jan 2015
Feminine hands
Fumbling
Over the half-smoked bowl,
the lighter -
fft, fft, fft -
and the flame.

Unfamiliar maybe,
to fast times.

Fog around her
Face
And you can't even see
that she's not so
Fragile.
Erica
Written by
Erica  Eugene, OR
(Eugene, OR)   
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