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Oct 2014
I've never known a more subtle
Base.
Where thrills were chased
through foggy winter  Rain.

Our love, Sparked Dawson's rage.
His ire brewed in Winnebago,
Dark.
As were the night at
Ash Place Park.
Our secret stored
in one neon
Marker;
Waved under the noses
Of those who were
Sharper.
EDB
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