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Mar 2018
it was last night when
the first
favorite memories of you
climbed
into my head.

summer's sweat
above your lip.

subtle stubble
on your chin.

bold shoulders
forever bare
in tattered shirts.

thighs stuck
to ***** bar booths.

and johnny cash
on the juke.

they called us
lovebirds
every night

just because
of the look
in our eyes.
MJ
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MJ  Seattle
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