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Sep 2014
We didn't meet in the summer or the winter—
but I took off your clothes in the fall
and you first kissed me in the spring,
under a tree while we were smoking.


My heart doesn't beat anymore,
but if it did
it would for you.
September
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September  Victoria, BC
(Victoria, BC)   
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   ---, hkr and Dhaye Margaux
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