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Apr 2014
dis'member the sheets?
sliding in the park,
hearing my own laugh,
like i'm little, like the first time:
we were kids.

seeing you (smile)
through soft brown,
(so tan)
i'm a speck of dust
in your vision,
instigating flood,
"did i get it?"
no
but i wish you would.
watered-down love,
rolling around in mud:
we are kids.
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