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Sic Semper Poetae

  • James Long
  • May 2, 2023
  • 1 min read

She was a lo-fi jazz song

on a rainy day.


Because


That's exactly where I was

on a day as such.

And because,

in truth,

she was in every fold of my world,

the sunshine and rain

and every song was measured by its closeness to her name

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