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Jan 2014
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i carried your dog
across an ocean
or half a street
i can't remember.
his tongue wagged
but his tail didn't
and i think i had ****
on my pants.
both weak
in different ways,
we passed him back and forth,
like a baby,
who had your girth
and my laugh.

i think we'll love again,
you know?
everything is alright.
Amelia Mohn
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