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Renee Warth
Poems
Jun 2013
Untitled
I never seem to let myself stay happy for long.
But in this moment, wrapped in a sweater
that has been dunked in the thick smell of
charred logs,
apple cider,
and,
whiskey
I feel my feet slip off the ground
and into elation.
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Renee Warth
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