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Dec 2011
There were always lights
and people.
Familiar strangers,
but nothing more

and the drinks always overflowing
gripped tightly
in each's troubled hands

Each dialogue I feel
is a waste to write.

But for a few hours
you're able to feel

infinite,

and interested,

while it's still in your system.
Lauren Young
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Lauren Young
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   --- and David Casas
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