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Mar 2018
i.

phillip

our love was
a wild dog
hungry for trust

you buried your bones
while I slept

ii.

there was a small
black spot on your
heart

you told me it was ink
but you were wrong

iii.

you're not going to make it
to midnight,
they said

you smiled and
played until dawn

iv.

your life was a prelude
to the storm
it rained for days

v.

it rained
for days
G
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