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Sep 2015
may it be the taste of your
lips that prefer wine I'm so
baffled by
it's the only familiar feeling I've loved
and lost and wondered how, why
how, why is it possible to love so angrily and burn so bitterly
like embers still simmering to the soul's surface
whispering lullabies to calm desire
save the lamplight
Hanna Elizabeth Paine
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Hanna Elizabeth Paine  Texas
(Texas)   
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