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March 23rd, 2005 · 0 comments

and my lips are swollen into all manner of exotic reds, pinks and blues. i trace over them with my fingernail and think of airport emotions, hibiscus confetti, new orleans weather. a friend notices and says,
‘love and a cough cannot be concealed. even a small cough.
even a small love.’

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