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I Scribbled a Thank You Note in the Coffee Ring on My Fast Food Napkin After I Left Your Place and You Called Asking if I Would Come Back
You smell like the dusty ring of light wreathing the moon on warm nights, and I forget about the yellow smell of my Grandmother’s coffin. And I forget that people hide rotting lies under their gums
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