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Kathryn Rose Mar 2018
The beer dried my tears

Anesthetic
Number Seven
Eight .   ?
N
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Who even cares...

The last rays of light on the brick
Alone
On the porch
Me and the teak wood
Wiping my tears with my sweet beers

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