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Our love for your notes and regrets

We finally come out at dawn with
the emergency phones ringing up and down the street,

-no particular order
like Stardust for
and crystal tumblers

one headlight on the latest ornament passed out on the lawn
and one pointing up into the moths in the night
the car idles and you go in for the photo
and/or phone number
of the one that got away