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Sep 2014
there was too much of everything.
and i don't regret any of our
too many's.
not the smoke or the liquor nor
the kisses.
or the caresses
or the things we whispered to each other
in the hum of the kitchen light.
i don't regret the love we can
only see in the dark.
K
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K  Portland
(Portland)   
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