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Sep 2016
My strange lover came to me last night
Late December murmurings,
Bruised lips
                      and Hooded Eyes
*[And in the morning when he is gone,
She finds ink scrawlings staining her sheets]
and
Vida Crow
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Vida Crow
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   CJSmigliani
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