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Mar 2012
In the fall we were so ready
to die under christmas lights
left up for months next to
dried-out fountains and
mismatched metal furniture
Sweaty, we baptized each
other with iced coffee
incense and revolution
so careless and unguarded
as to never feel lonesome
Written by
Alice Weaver
697
   Jay and dania
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