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Hotel in the Canadian Train StationThe fingers I rub over the smooth nub / of the newel post weren’t always like this. / When they were rubbed red and raw,

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Apr 28, 2013

She Was Chocolate, and He Was VanillaA puddle bloomed on his knee, / as he sat beneath the poplar, / before the church,

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Apr 27, 2013

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