YDL_030 - the florist
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___i lost my hoodie and wallet
___the night we slept under stars
___in late july heat, the shape of our sleep
___was left, impressed in the grass
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we could be persuaded
with a riot of perfumes
i could buy a house
and keep up the payments
i should send a message out
that i’m still faithfully yours
a view from where we started out
before the orchard burnt down
before the riverbank drowned
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