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When’s The Last Time You Thought Of Me?

Something tells me, your answer’s never been a second ago or even the other night— more like the finger-snapping, forehead-tapping attempt to recall a pair of actors’ names from the movie you just watched: what’s-his-name & no-no-don’t-tell-me, a pair of … Continue reading

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The Guitar

I swear he tucked his laughter inside it for me to find, scented with soft notes of the recent past— like the bottle of aftershave I unearthed, unopened, from beneath the sink, only to breathe its sharp musk a few … Continue reading

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