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Every     second

that night

punched        through

    atoms.

If you listened

the crickets      in

rhythm     and

out

side we sit

and laugh.

You shoot your

     dreams up

and I’ll

chase them 

like bats

chase     glow-

in-the-dark

frisbees.

No        more gin

and no more

    cheese,

Well, scratch

    that, 

but

toss me out 

and I’ll

drag you     with

me,

my memories,

are they safe 

        here?

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