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Jan 2014
Did this happen last time?
I'm not really sure, our last
encounters seem entirely
imagined, as if I wrote them
in a book and fabricated them
elsewhere. Those memories of
you don't feel real, not even
that one last love note, where
I called you at the Rihanna
concert and held up my
phone when she sang



Stay.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
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