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Aug 2011
When it glows -
it glows golden
tracing origami folds
across the cotton sheets
that we bought that one day
when the rain poured down
and my hair clung to my face
and you had forgotten your coat,
but we walked anyways.
Amande Gall
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Amande Gall
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