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I want to remember
this night; this dawn- bruised
My skin- burning, still electric
This bed- empty now, expired
These windows open
letting in the air, letting out your perfume
it waited until after you left.

So I am awake-typing this in a vacant room
save my discarded clothes
shoes leaning against the wall
one lucky horseshoe,

another evening w/you-spent
reckless, but not abandoned.

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