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With palms salty with sweat,
they walked hand-in-hand
in a park full of people
with mouths full of empty words.
And then
like the fate of two freshly stubbed cigarettes,
afire and affright,
they lay in bed, turned heads;
she could never make peace with the stench of whiskey on his breath.

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