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Billows

I used to miss the way the rain down your face, The way aluminum siding relfects viscosity, Similarly grey and slick. Made of brine and vinegar and bits of salt, you would sparkle. Shimmering in the fragrance of smoke between our lips.

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k-van-dyke

American

Published: Sep 20, 2012
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