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Dec 2011
You think my soul is lovely
  And my diction dazzling
    what kind of friends are we
       I ask, passingly

      We are so good

A moment's pause

I hold my breath
  In that instant you drop off to sleep
    And I whisper to the dark room
       *The best
Antoinette Christensen
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