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Feb 2013
lavender curls
that make my stomach hurl
'cause they smell so sweet
and heal at the feel
something i can't eat
only present for the season
while i was slipping
waking up, flat backed
on concrete, head aching
numb finger-toe tips
but my nose is warm
missing somebody and knowing they've just gotta go
Jake Spacey
Written by
Jake Spacey  Louisville
(Louisville)   
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