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Dec 2014
they found your parent’s home address tattooed on your inner thigh
and picked you up at a quarter-to-five
the ****** bourbon was dancing in your bloodstream
so you called from prison and asked if you could see me
i said not tonight, the moon is full
you wrapped my arms around your neck and began to pull
my throat is not the ocean and your tide is not the sea
i never said i loved you, so please forget about me
kelia
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