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Jul 2014
when you're on your last drink:
   find a crowded bar
   with a dark corner
   on the upper level
          and seep into the wood
          like the spirits
          you swear are consoling you
Taru Marcellus
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Taru Marcellus  32/M/HEREland
(32/M/HEREland)   
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