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Jul 2013
And in that moment,
          inhaling the pleasant mix of
          lingering cologne and
          cheap alcohol
when we became statues,
          ear to chest
          hand to back
          enveloping skeletons
unable to move,
          one more breath
          two
          three
          eternity
I found my home.

But I'm not your *"Sweet Home"
Alaina Michelle
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Alaina Michelle
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