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Mar 2015
I've finally misplaced your birthmark
to make room in my head
For anything else that is willing to stay
and every time
I find my mind
wandering back to something you say
I hold my breath, I count to ten
and then somehow
You don't exist again
Mauve Maude
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Mauve Maude  Boston
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