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The first time my town saw the sky it sucker-punched us in the throat, left us breathless, said, I'm gonna keep you awake some nights without touching you. You'll make it up, the pain, you always do.

Buddy Wakefield

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Buddy Wakefield
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: June 4
Poet
Shreveport
Louisiana
Firsts
Towns
Punched
Without
Sky
Breathless
First
Gonna
Sucker
Make
Saws
Nights
Always
Pain
Touching
Time
Left
Throat
Keep
Awake
Night
Town

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