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Jan 15, 2009 14:48

My friend-brother, brother-friend
-lover, lost-
self, past-self,

where have you gone?

You took the smoke in my lungs,
but I learned to inhale on my own.

We burned the city but you survived.

I cried and you cried
and it didn't matter we kissed.
I wiped it away.

You held the eraser.
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