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Mar 2016
Burn the acrid tobacco.
Pour the bourbon
all the way down.
Empty the memory
bank
of whatever you choose
not to remember.
Hold on
to what time won't take,
and what you
refuse to give.
Breathe in
and out
or don't.
Deyer
Written by
Deyer
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   Kimberly Eyers and Sisilia
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