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Jun 28
I'd yell to the
ice cream man
while running out of breath
just to buy a 🍭🍬
candy band to stretch
around my neck
A clavicle mixed in
lickable spit of
oranges, yellows,
and blues
all the sugar a neighborhood
smart mouth
could possibly ever chew.

missing all the very sweet moments
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