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Sep 2011
I remember talking to you in jail
through a cinder wall

You sounded scared.

I had been arrested
for worse things

You made bail first.

I remember saying goodbye.
You said something romantic

“You will be back”

or

something more down to earth.

I remember you being the only girl
why did they arrest you?

Why did they arrest any of us

who cares

memories are what makes the drunken
drunked dranked periods fun.
Nada Ivy Jones
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