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February 14, 2010
a summer night in february
i coughed and coughed maybe i am just imagining this copper aftertaste of blood in my mouth where we used to dwell sighing and smiling where we used to duel lazily and fairly and endlessly and then i ran out of air for the both of us sometimes you unwelcomed yourself and then we cheated you were dealing sharp blows your diamonds and spades that i countered with blunt ambushes my clubs hoping to trump you finally with my heart that became unsuited with yours in all ways always that we once couldn't bear to imagine without feeling bile rising and scouring our throats
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