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Mix Tape Love

goodbye, we said, one train
traveling north, the other south
fourteen years and still
you come to me
in the shadow of the words I write
you, behind the wall
playing love on your guitar
only eighteen, my birthday ten days
before yours; how were we to know
its name—this precious, fragile
thing between us, what we always
left unsaid?


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