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Dec 2021
i couldn't stop thinking about it, that specter of a memory
behind my eyelids, i still see your chin on my shoulder
our limbs intertwined, there was something there and none of us spoke of it
we just breathed it in and bathed in it like the last day of summer
and that's what i can't forget
Mark Oslo
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