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Oct 2013
the sky was dark
and the moon moved
in and out,
in and out
from behind the clouds.

so she and i sat under the windshield,
numbering the stars on our wrists
and wishing reality wouldn't
begin at nineteen
when we opened the car door.
// for kd
krista
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krista  california girl
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