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May 29
Lovely:
he hands a helmet, she
slips away with him into the night -

The rest of us -
we talk about concerts
and what makes relationships last:
I wouldn't know that though -
my head is still
wrapped around my last one, although,
I think it goes
a little something like this:

I will hand you my helmet
and you will hope
this doesn't crash.

Andrew
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