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Aug 2011
we were drunk on ignorance
underneath our own little
section of sky

"no oneΒ Β else will see
this very cloud from
this very angle ever!"

we were stuck in the corner
of the junk drawer
like a button in a bottle
or a spent shell
from a memorial day's cry

vanilla and cinnamon
caressed the flannel wallpaper
as a wagon wheel
lit the room

i kicked the wall
and hid in the bathroom
until i drowned
in a puddle of my youth

now i wonder
about the things
left beneath the
back porch

and if the grass
still grows thicker
above the dried well
kilo
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kilo
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   Γ₯ and Michaela Roach
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