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Sep 2015
you no longer plead for me to call,
it's an order because you know
i'll obey. you pull me by the metal
lead, wrap a medal leash around
my neck, weighed down with the gold

of your lip print against
the dangling token, sometimes when
you sleep you push my name
into the blue clouds with a whisper
and i always come back down.
Lake
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Lake  new england
(new england)   
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