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Feb 2014
the smell of my hands after a cigarette
brings me back to my childhood
when my mom would hold my hand
her palms warm and strong
and the scent of her american spirits would cling to my hands
and stay long after she had let go
caffeine mermaid
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caffeine mermaid  seattle
(seattle)   
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   Amanda, --- and ---
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