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Poetry We're sitting on your back steps,
Having a post-fuck cigarette.
Gentle breezes blow our smoke across the stars.
I'm shivering in only a black skirt and Converse,
Soft, small breasts bouncing beneath my shirt.
I know I am whole every time I do it.
You made me a tape of all our favorite songs,
Ozzy and Led Zep, Lemmy and Kerry
These are the paradigms of our years,
The soundtrack to our desires.
