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Nov 2015
When I was seventeen
I was content with marriage.

I am more afraid of commitment
when we do not acknowledge it.

Do not go blindly into
this night.

Tell me where we are going.
I turn my high beams on
when I drive the freeway.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
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   unholy ghost
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