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Sep 2013
My citrus hands
Brush against floured jeans
It’s one am
I’m a little delirious
A lot drunk
And find myself
Making lemon bars
Your favorite dessert
Hoping familiar taste
Will bridge the distance
Lemon custard filling the gap in my heart.
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