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Feb 2015
February 7, 2015 11:51pm*

it smells like spring of my sophomore year:
things seemingly falling into place
while I was falling in love,
and I'm pushing away the memories.
all those faces bring bitter feelings to mind.
why did the puzzle seem to come together
while the picture slowly made less sense?

newportsmooths h.g.
hope garthwait
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hope garthwait  tulsa
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