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May 2018
"sit pretty, i'll drive"
your voice slides
across the dash and
stereo lights
a voice like
the burn of ***
a rev, a race, another stop
sign
"just breathe, miss"
and do i ever
as the smoke welters
from
your lips
to mine
saige
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saige  22/F
(22/F)   
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   arizona
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