COYOTE BLOOD
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Swear to God
but I remember when
she used to set my heart on fire –
swear to god.
a single, stupid kiss
can matter –
swear to god.
sometimes I look at the stars,
think about how small we are –
swear to god.
there is no error
in trying your heart out –
swear to god.
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