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Feb 2015
I met a girl.
We kissed the ocean and
froze in what the moon
spilled down on us.
We touched and we tasted
until we reclaimed
our senses from the sun.
and i was busy
smelling the coffee
that my punch drunk
coffee shop employee
would make me
later that day.
Written by
mike
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   Azaria and Garland Baldwin
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