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Tis The Season

Tis The Season


r.douglas
r.douglas
Tis The Season

A wind shift
blew away my
playlist

humidity damns
my mix-tape

summer flings
just the 
static cling
that sparks
but fails 
to charge
that frayed 
fabric:
memory

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