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Sep 2014
I don't recognize you.
In the driveway.
Hidden behind shopping carts.
Underneath the orange glow of the street lamp.
The smoke coming from your cigarette is clear.
It's the silence that's suffocating me.
Hewasminemoon
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Hewasminemoon  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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