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Apr 2016
Ah, Dakota,
did you know I see the
mountains when I say
your name? That when
you touched me I saw
no sparks but the entire
flame?
and if everything was so pointless
as you had said, would I have
burnt up the sheets last
night as I slept?

(c) Brooke Otto 2016
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