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Mar 2017
There are so many reasons to leave.

Tar sits on my lungs like a winter coat.

Philadelphia is colder than your shoulders.

You tell me to stop smoking.

I’d run out naked in a snowstorm just to feel your goosebumps against mine.

I don’t know how to tell you

I'm looking for a reason to stay.
Devon Lane
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Devon Lane  23/F/Philadelphia
(23/F/Philadelphia)   
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