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Sep 2015
Your hair was long when we first met
you would crawl under the blankets
and I would feel it tangle in between my fingers
your skin was porcelain cream
the taste and feel of honey

In these moments of silence we created a world of fantasy
holding each other
we built buildings and temples
then watched them burn down
from the holes we had dug
Cordelia Rilo
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Cordelia Rilo  LA, CA
(LA, CA)   
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   Joe Cottonwood
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