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Aug 2012
On a good day
we feel high
in the sun
on a sunday.
Beers in the driveway.
Why can't I stay?
With my broken sunglasses
I don't want to go home
Where is my home?
When we're sitting in the sun
anywhere feels right.
Katie Lindsey
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