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Aug 2016
I've fallen into
milky dreams of
palm trees, sage, and
stone
where night is
just a chalky smear
and I'm never
alone,
where I can pull a
blanket up
before my second
beer
and outstretched, wild, next to me,
you are always near
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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