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Jul 2013
For months after,

        I tasted you in the flowered mug we took shots of Jim Beam out of—it went down like hot velvet.

        I saw you in every sliver of my Grape Hyacinth eyes and constellations of freckles.

I’ve halved you into here and there—into miles of unwelcome blooms.
Sydney Ranson
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Sydney Ranson  Charleston, West Virginia
(Charleston, West Virginia)   
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