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[pariahcarey]

We walked

Downhill in nighttime

To find it

Seething outside

Like old brides

With virtues intact

We knew the worn-down hillside

As well as

Our saint’s names

All the same

We fell there

Fold us in sprigged chaparral

The tugging of

Legs against

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[anonymous]

made my lips curl upward