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Apr 2014
In the deepest shade of maroon
The guitar was strumming and smoke was in the still air
The kind of air that only belonged to magnificent summer nights
Everyone was laughing
Passing around a bottle of red wine
Everyone mouths and hearts belonged to everyone
I think you should know that I believe in magic
Long blonde hair was messy in tangles
My Stomach was home to the beautiful knots
Flourished
Allison Marlow
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Allison Marlow
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   JM McCann
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