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	<title>Wild Violet online literary magazine &#187; Cinthia Ritchie</title>
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		<title>The Second to the Last Time</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2018 01:39:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Cinthia Ritchie]]></dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[break-ups]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[when the moon was full and I wore my navy silk pants / and my car got stuck in your driveway and I read poems on your rug naked / the space heater warming my ass / and you said I was a cat in another life and I laughed because I knew I was [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<p>when the moon was full and I wore my navy silk pants / and my car got stuck in your driveway and I read poems on your rug naked / the space heater warming my ass / and you said I was a cat in another life and I laughed because I knew I was really a dog / willing to be kicked and come back for more / and after the sex and the sounds we walked the mountain roads / snow and silence / it’s easy to feel alone when you’re holding someone’s hand / we walked fast because our legs were cold / and I remembered a movie scene of a woman leaning over a railing to wave goodbye to her lover / I wondered if I’d wave when you left / but I stood in the airport and watched you walk away / then I drove home and drank tequila mixed with almond milk&nbsp; because I was vegan and didn’t want to cheat / I kept expecting you to call and say you’d changed your mind but the phone didn’t ring and I didn’t stop drinking / and the next night I burned those silk pants and peed over the embers / and when you finally called months later I didn’t pick up / I left your voice all alone on my phone / I listen to it nights when I can’t sleep / your voice all alone against my / mouth.</p>
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