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Oct 2016
Even though I had lied many times
and there was nothing which you could offer my youth
to make it take you back—
we still both agreed:
for the first of March,
it was a cold day
with colder air—
the freshest kind of close.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
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