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Mar 2015
that **** pond green flannel, those coal mine grey sweatpants
how quickly they lost your scent
of ever adventuring knees and out-stretched arms
usually in my direction
they lost your scent
as soon as I lost you
Chloë Fuller
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Chloë Fuller  Philadelphia
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