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Jan 2018
Sleeping where your child lies on weekend nights,
A stale cigarette and listerine nest~
We're fairly distant
but for a gentle stroke on my neck,
Hiding from our denial of breath.
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nothing's Amiss  Philly
(Philly)   
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   Woody
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