thread title courtesy of the mountain goats - 'no children'
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3. cinnamon
i remember our first fight, love,
and it lasted about this long.
4. eggs
that said, i, too, remember our second,
third, fourth, fifth...and so-on;
how it scrambled our words and made
our time a stress test alone.
i need to erase this part,
but you insisted always
to write my recipes in ink.
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