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Sep 2015
My name was a
morning coffee secret you
keep between cupped hands.

There I lingered,
up until I went lukewarm
and then you poured me out

onto the ground upon discoveringΒ Β 
the bubbling champagne of her.
Lakin
Written by
Lakin  18/where flowers grow
(18/where flowers grow)   
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