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  • Writer's pictureDINA HAWTHORNE


Liz, you captured me with your presence many years ago. You held my hand and dragged me all over the city and into dark spaces. Your smile is infectious and your subtle grin is cringe worthy - I reached for you and you, prayed for me. We walked along boardwalks and coasted above clouds that allowed us to escape in debauchery and neon lights - I puked up yesterdays pleasure and you rubbed my back and tickled me behind my left ear. We laughed and stuffed our tummies with sorrow and sought pleasure in Egyptian cotton and gold plated dinnerware. Liz, you captured me many years ago and I still carry your secrets! Liz - Come Back To Me!

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