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Dec 2012
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Our love was
embalmed
in lace.

Subtle knives snuck under dish towels and pins
dropped into morning tea.
You were my sometimes moon,
covered in rust from head to toe.
Sara
Written by
Sara  New York City
(New York City)   
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