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May 2018
twenty dollars
on the curb, on the brink
of being mine
but it's not, i saw it blow
from that old man's older ride

crisp and
it's in my hand, it really is
and then it's right
back into his
"you saw me looking, and-"

for the first time, i receive
a "bless you"
without
having to sneeze

bless that old man instead
saige
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saige  22/F
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