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Mar 2017
plywood smells and citrus blistered fingertips. we ate so many oranges that winter I thought we'd be the sun.
red crush velvet, an inky black stage, and did they know that we were sipping something heavy in the parking lot?

a man named Paul ran wires down our backs, and we painted our faces in hot lights.
Scar
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Scar  In the back of your knees
(In the back of your knees)   
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   Jonathan Witte and ---
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