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May 2016
In candlelight and
turpentine and a
flask half
empty

in a blanket and your
coat because the
late-spring nights
are chilly

reading a book about
Lobotomy

I'd wait through empty beds
and empty Mays
empty flasks and
empty minds;
I'd wait
   for you.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
273
   Aeerdna and Kelly Miller
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