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I write in red ink with the pen
I had for my communion.
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I remembered other futile vigils
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where the challenge was to stay
awake as long as possible
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until the night belonged to us.
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The first hours didn't count.
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The supervisors
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could always catch us unawares.
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In the quiet moments,
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I'd slip my hand
between my legs, like that,
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for no reason...
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To make a trail with my name.
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Alice.