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Aug 2016
i have your sticky fingerprints all over my face:
laying on the carpet, drawing with crayons, waiting
out the storm. i've loved you since we were nine or
so, making plans to start a rock band but never learning
to play. we just wanted to end up together, just didn't
have the language to say so in so many words. i still don't.
coyote
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coyote  the past
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   Timothy and DivineDao
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