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Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Dancing and singing small
in the new ghost town
lots to drink
Green is the color
of my love's dress.
The lights never looking
so lonely so great the pageantry.
They screamed when they spoke.
The men were pawing at their bodies.
They cried with heartbroken longing.
I miss them. Their spell already.