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love in the time of chipped nail polish

me walking in my late thirties overcoat

on the sidewalk behind her

downwind

she smelled like Love’s Baby Soft

cigarettes

Doc Martins lockstep with teenage sin

and i thought how freeing it would be

to be that oblivious again

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