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Sep 2021
midmorningtexts,youstayedatmyplaceithoughtofyouatworkikissedyougo­odbyethenicriedonthehoodofacarwipingthwindowsicrackedjustabitjust­tolightacigarettebreathingouttoxicthingsiturnedintoandthetextslam­entingthesnowstormthatbroughtalossoflovebetweenus.
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