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I remember the taste

I remember the taste of my parents’ wedding cake….

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I find, in the dirt by the plot

I find, in the dirt by the plot of potatoes…

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Let’s parse this day

et’s parse this day into rain and blankets…

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Newfound song, don’t leave me

Newfound song, don’t leave me without a struggle. I possess this elegance. Rags of the old time on fire now humming wonder from fear.

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Guerrilla, my love

Guerrilla, my love, save some passion for me. There’ll be mangoes, freshly cut azaleas & siestas. But your callouses must be ready to soften.

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