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Jan 2016
The humid air escaping my lungs.
The vivid heat escaping the sun kissed hood of my car.
The cool feeling of my drenched clothes after kids find our sprinkler.
You come and go so fast that all we have to remember is the scars you left after we stayed in your sight too long.
Matthew Mckenzie Goldsmith
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Matthew Mckenzie Goldsmith  Washington
(Washington)   
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