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Abbigail Quinn

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For Cameron

June 22nd
 
Lying on concrete,
recumbent between Nirvana and neurotic hysteria.
Meditating Shangri-La thoughts,
Aggravating to mend and vindicate.
Barking remorse over dead flies under his feet.

(2013)

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