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As the months 
Oh how I loved my Duke
I wrote this as a prompt for a class, in response the Charles Bukowski's poem Memory. Any similarities are intentional.     I’ve memorized barefoot summers and the difference between
Relief. That sharp sting lasts a second. The vein inflates. A hum of anticipation. The cello winds through the body, seeping through the eyelids and turning an eye blind. The piano means no harm.
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