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By Shannon Connor Winward

I can still smell you.
It’s like you’re here with me while I type.
It’s like you’re tucked inside my sweater,
while I pretend to be engrossed

in this account reconciliation.
Babe,

even if I find my deodorant,
I don’t think I’m giving you back yours.

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