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I Don’t Know How to Let You Go

… Your sneakers, your flannel, these grapes that snow. You’re too strong for these chocolate shavings, teenage years. Your leather jacket stings. I know. I dream of gingerbread and lipstick liquor, abandoned shopping carts and lack -luster things. It’s a … Continue reading

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