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Apr 2020
reckless driver
and I kept riding shotgun

we thought
it wasn’t real life
we bled and we didn’t notice stains or
scars

how special, we thought,
to dream as two
Written by
Elisa Cinelli
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   Holly D and Bogdan Dragos
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