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Dec 2018
my fingertips are warm...
like i dipped them
into a hot bath
or ran them under
a heated faucet

like you took them
between your hands
and absorbed their chill

but you are not here
and they are warm
from the tequila
amber
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amber  20/F
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     ---, Sehar Bajwa, Fawn and Benjamin
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