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May 2014
(I was hungry.)*

It didn't go down so easy;
               burned like memories of whiskey
    on Southern nights
                           under the stars.

          Now,
it warms my belly
and I take it with me
                                    wherever I go.

I was part of it,
                         now it is part of me.
Erin Atkinson
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