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May 2015
you hold my attention
for ransom, long after
you've walked away
your laughter lingers
dancing on my fingers
in a way that's so seductive
i forget everything i learned in school
whenever your name is mentioned
if only i was lucky enough
to be cursed with dementia
collin
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collin  30/M/coming home.
(30/M/coming home.)   
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