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Before that August-- (strange month echo)-- bloomed in the east sunrise bomb sunset dawn you sometimes rose (unbidden) to the surface of my mind. These were some of my triggers: Calgary (always Calgary) me too Christmastime. And all the times you attempted to reach out to me (sucker punch sleep **** And then that August-- (good mornin' bombshell) the news-- for shame. For I had fallen for the lie (while you talked all the while in your human voice). So you like 'em young. So you like it rough. August sun beat me down. It took this glaring of a light to show me the darkest of men's natures-- and that I knew them intimately.
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May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 7:55 PM UTC
August
Before that August-- (strange month echo)-- bloomed in the east sunrise bomb sunset dawn you sometimes rose (unbidden) to the surface of my mind. These were some of my triggers: Calgary (always Calgary) me too Christmastime. And all the times you attempted to reach out to me (sucker punch sleep **** And then that August-- (good mornin' bombshell) the news-- for shame. For I had fallen for the lie (while you talked all the while in your human voice). So you like 'em young. So you like it rough. August sun beat me down. It took this glaring of a light to show me the darkest of men's natures-- and that I knew them intimately.
erin-suurkoivu
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May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 7:55 PM UTC
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