Burn Like That

Burn like the end of a cigarette,
my mother in a terrycloth dress
drinking Pepsi Free (diet, with lemon),
and we all thought the late ’70s
would never end, Seattle
would never end, my mother
would never end. Burn like that.

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4 (to explain later)

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