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Our fall from grace wasn’t so
much swift as it was too much...
Along the raised wooden planks,
we plow on, her head bowed...
The first time you wrap your hands around my throat,
you teach me how to surrender fully—tap, tap, tap...
The first time they ever met, he picked her up from the Taco Bell parking lot...
In the morning, a kid kisses
the window and the imprint lives...
Our love is a spider
plant—it grows softly inside...
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