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cold night
drunk in
‘eighties bar
met chunky
woman who showed
some white powder
we snorted
in car

at apartment
she called woman
who came sold
more asked for hit
and took three
firing thousand words
before leaving

we burned noses
and strained hearts
couple hours before
moving upstairs about
two and were
nonstop at eight
when brother
knocked and asked
if all right
she said yes

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