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Sep 2013
we were so close,
on a night when the music could mean forever,
when the smoke burned our lungs and the sparks filled the air,
we were so close to something,
we ate and laughed and danced,
everything happened so fast, but
nothing
happened
at
all
Molly Rosen
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Molly Rosen
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