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Feb 2011
you said “bring me the blanket,”
and i opened the blinds,
drawn for days,

spilling sticky wine on your skin and
stuffing sweet cheese between your cheeks,
we held a picnic in our third-floor apartment,
sunlight filling our nicest china.
Written by
Taite A
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