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Mar 2016
he was navy blue
                                 and heavy rocks
        
            he laughed the way you nervously scuff your feet
he was October
                                                    and raisins

                    he walked the way a bird picks at worms
        he looked like a well traveled gravel road

he was rust
       he was silver

a.h.d.
adrien
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