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Jun 2016
The girl I love is in Brooklyn
and I don't have the currency to call
the clouds in her eyes
and sew her a sky above
the heads of buildings
           and smoke
cigarettes through telephone wires
           or bodies
of water.

We're both trying to quit,
in our own ways.
Jesse Osborne
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Jesse Osborne  Chicago
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