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Jul 2013
The bowl might as well have been packed
with my hypocampus, every lighter spark
brought only memories of you.

I blew smoke signals to the wind,
begging the universe to mend
our broken fate line.
I might add more to this someday, but for now it is simple and short.
Lauren Christina Pearson
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Lauren Christina Pearson  Saint Charles, MO
(Saint Charles, MO)   
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