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Nov 2019
while i watch my girlfriend sleep
through the phone i hear her parents argue
she clutches her sweater -
the one i gave her weeks ago -
closer, i whisper
"can't they argue in the driveway like real parents
for [REDACTED] sake"
you smile, and drift back to sleep
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ad  19/F/in the back of the room
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   Riz Mack and Jasmine dryer
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