i don’t remember
the last time
i took a breath of fresh air
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i don’t remember
the last time
i took a breath of fresh air
everyone is supposed to leave
i know that
nothing more than a walking gas station,
a luggage and a few parking tickets-
and they’ll be on their way
i can remember everything
but what you look like
the two dollar dates
photos by the bookstore
lunchable picnics
i remember being there
just not with a ghost