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your best childhood memory justin.barrett begins with the rusty creak of a swing and ends with a smile on your father’s face. like fireworks justin.barrett poems are best when they are over when the only thing left are their ghostly tendrils hanging in the darkness waiting to be illuminated by the next crack of light analogy justin.barrett you are a sidewalk after a summer sunshower and i am an earthworm braving your heated expanse last night justin.barrett darkr the only light coming from the stars as if they were taped to the windows my right hand tangled with her left and i could still feel her dripping from the corner of my mouth

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